Seeing Sam and Rick, together, knotted my insides with one-hundred-pound string. Was Rick here because he knew me and several voters would be? Did my news about Rose only satisfy him for one night?

Panic flamed my cheeks hotter. He wanted more. I knew it.

From the rage mounting all over Sam's face, Rick likely wasn't telling one of his very few lighthearted war stories. Rick wouldn't confirm everything I told him about Rose. Would he?

I flew toward ...