“Okay. Tie him up, Euphie,” I commanded, nodding at the man. Unlike the other girls, Euphie had managed to make her entrance silently, without bashing through hedges or stepping on numerous twigs on her way in. She had been standing behind Elsa with a coil of rope over one shoulder and a knife in her dominant hand, ready for the man to fight or surrender.
“What are you doing?!” the man in the windbreaker protested as Euphie stalked toward him, unwinding the coil of rope.
“If you decide to turn on us, how are we going to make sure we escape with our lives?” I thundered, fed up. For the past two weeks, none of us had dared to relax. Our lives had been under constant threat. If wild animals like the massive wild dog we had encountered did not get us, then humans might. There had been Hans a
