[It's not the same, she tells herself, as those women who would line up in front of Head Peacekeeper Cray's home. It's not the same at all. She had been stupid in making an open promise to the man. But she had been so desperate. And she refuses, absolutely refuses, to break her word now.
Who knows if she might need his help again?]
I'll be there.
[The words are written with surprising confidence. It's too late now. There's no point in wallowing in regrets.
And sure enough, come midnight, she's waiting behind the dome. In the cold, she tugs her leather jacket tighter around her body as she waits for Isaac to appear.]
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Who knows if she might need his help again?]
I'll be there.
[The words are written with surprising confidence. It's too late now. There's no point in wallowing in regrets.
And sure enough, come midnight, she's waiting behind the dome. In the cold, she tugs her leather jacket tighter around her body as she waits for Isaac to appear.]