You find yourself tied with your hands behind your back attached to a chair, staring across at your old friends from the Glade - the friends you betrayed. You are 16 and pretty, he is 17 and very handsome and strong.*

Your eyes flickered over them, your eyes landing on Edvin. He looked tired and broken, glaring at you emotionlessly like he never cared for you.

"Don't look at him like he's going to save you," Gally said angrily, slamming a chair down in front of you and sitting on it, "Where's Minho?"