“How old is she?” 

I jumped around and saw Gabe barely an inch away, his shoulder brushed up against mine and he was looking at Mathilda and Elisa disappear around a corner.

“Thirteen,” I said with a hand over my heart while I steadied my breathing.

I remembered her thirteenth birthday, it was a few months before the Hunt and I was blissfully ignorant about where life was heading.

There was cake, food for a whole village that my mother spent a week preparing ...