Eleanor's POV

Lawrence and I fell into a pensive mood. None of us wanted to discuss the reality of the situation. None of us wanted to state the impending harsh truth.

The strident ringtone broke the spell. I looked at Lawrence. He picked up his phone, looked at the screen and a frown appeared.

Bena.

I admired Bena's bravado to contact Lawrence despite sending him into the jaws of the hunters without any remorse.

Bena's voice came through, "Lawrence, how are you?"

I felt a rush of anger go through me. Lawrence and I looked at each other. The audacity of her asking about his health after putting his life...