Rachel sat on the ground, looking at Steve. “Where’s Stephie…”

Steve dropped the stick in his hand as if he had been startled by something. He turned and ran, but Zion pinned him.

“Why are you running? What’re you doing here? Take him back for interrogation!”

Zion shouted, seething with rage-

It was always Steve!

I knew that Zion’s suspicions of Steve had deepened.

I sighed in relief. That was a ...