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chapter<br />

nine<br />

“Since there are an odd number of you, one of you won’t<br />

be fighting today,” says Four, stepping away from the<br />

board in the training room. He gives me a look. The space<br />

next to my name is blank.<br />

The knot in my stomach unravels. A reprieve.<br />

“This isn’t good,” says Christina, nudging me with her<br />

elbow. Her elbow prods one of my sore muscles—I have<br />

more sore muscles than not-sore muscles, this morning—<br />

and I wince.<br />

“Ow.”.<br />

“Sorry,” she says. “But look. I’m up against the Tank.”<br />

Christina and I sat together at breakfast, and this<br />

morning she shielded me from the rest of the dormitory<br />

as I changed. I haven’t had a friend like her before. Susan<br />

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