Sam’s demotion from “guest” to prisoner meant she was no longer expected to work in the kitchen with Joan. She wasn’t upset, even if it did mean she was confined to her room.
It was more comfortable than the last holding cell she’d occupied.
Janey had forced her dad into letting her bring Sam food—another perk of this prison—so Sam spent the time trying to get to know the girl—and pumping her for information about Coop.
If Janey thought she was stupid for trying to strike out on her own, Sam wanted to know why Coop was so special—or why she and Janey were the two he’d saved.
But the girl was tight lipped.
Whenever Sam was alone, she prowled the room. Staying on Janey’s good side was her first priority, which meant she was stuck here until Coop came back. At which point she needed to find her grandma. But if she was going to do that with Coop, she’d have to trust him enough to tell him why.
Janey trusted him that much. But Sam wasn’t Janey.
And Sam couldn’t believe Coop would end his time with the Hunters. If he’d been feeding information to the illusionists, there was no reason to stop. Especially considering how driven he was to find his sister.
Or avenge her. Sam didn’t think the Gifted lasted long at the compound.
He gained nothing by helping Sam. So why was he? Saving her wouldn’t bring the Hunters to their knees.
She balled her fists. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, striding over to the bed. She threw herself down and stretched out. After being in the windowless holding cell for so long, she’d taken to keeping the curtains open, even at night. The stars were big and calming; they were a reminder that everything moved on and that every moment was temporary.