into my wrists as Caleb

n't gentle. I

e whispered, his voice a low g

iar. He drew it across the inside of my forearm, a practiced

p and dripped into the bowl. O

hly ritual. My pa

and tried to remember the forest. The smell of damp earth and p

all so

n, their chainsaws a hungry roar at the edge of our sacred lands. I knew the w

owerful U.S. Attorn

rt full of passion and wonder. I thought I saw that boy again in his eyes when I found him.

gave me hope. He

trap snap

knew my tribe's secrets. He told me he knew we were murderers. He said we had

n and the secret of our blood, sealed my lips. I couldn't

de me hi

expression unreadable. Once it was

e ordered, his tone fl

blood with him. I was left with the stin

ran cold water over the cut, watching the sink turn pink. The water was a

ain grey uniform he made me wear