The creature circled below Cade like a shark around a sinking ship. It leaped for him, its jaws snapping just below the narrow ledge he stood on. He shuffled back, pressing his shoulders into the cold stone of the canyon wall. There was an eight-foot drop to the ground, and the bare earth had been churned to a thick sludge by the pacing of the monster beneath him.
I had Random.org select a % and it went with 37%.
I shouldn’t eavesdrop. I should tiptoe straight back to my room before they catch me lurking in the hall. But I can’t. I’m rooted to the spot, paralysed with curiosity. I still can’t figure out the status between the two of them. Smairah and Miranda refused to give me the lowdown at dinner last night. The moment I brought it up, their eyes darted away, fascinated by the chalkboard displaying the evening’s entrée selection. It was only Reese, behind them in the buffet line, who muttered a grudging response.
I had random.org select a percentage today and it went for 87%.
“Oh, no,” he breathed.
I pushed open the door, and saw everybody was standing round Veronica’s college. I could see the edge of some black spray-paint writing. There was a capital C and then an O. I pushed my way forward, and as people let me through, I saw the whole word: COWARD.
Was it meant for me?