Matilda's point of view

Sparks were flying into the night sky from the campfire that was burning in the center of the camp. Rogues surrounded it, their shadows hanging impatiently and long in the light.

The clink of mugs was heard, along with yells and laughs.

I was unable to move and sat stiffly on a bench near the edge, clasping my hands in my lap. I appeared to catch everyone's attention.

Some with outright contempt. Some people are suspicious. Not a single one was warm. The ...