Her cheeks flushed, but he didn’t miss the quick moment of
indecision on her face. Then she lowered her knife. “If I ever see you back
Maddox lost the grin. What was that supposed to mean? She was
really letting him go? She was supposed to hate him and his people just as much
as they hated hers.
“Don’t worry,” he said, sheathing the knife and backing up to keep
an eye on her. “I’ll never come back.”
But the moment it was out of his mouth, it felt like a lie. Even
though he didn’t trust anyone on this side of the border, it still seemed
ridiculous for their communities to be at war with each other when they could
help each other with food. But that’s the way it was.
So, yeah, he probably should never come back.
He didn’t turn around until he’d put several dozen feet between
them. Until she was just a shadow by the docks, standing and waiting for him to
make good on his promise. His shoes sank into the sand as he jogged toward the
The sand leveled out, giving way to pavement. It was the longest
road on this side of the country, a wide street that led from the beach to
Victor Bridge, the cutoff between the Light District and the Dark District.
Both of their Darkside communities used the road as a marker. A
border. They stayed on their side, and he stayed on his.