QUOTE : Last chance, Robbie.”<br /><br />“Fuck off, Gordo.”<br /><br />“All right,” he said. “If that’s how it’s going to be.”<br /><br />I thought he was going to leave.<br /><br />I should have known better.<br /><br />One moment I was in my blanket cocoon, and the next the cot was tipping over, sending me tumbling to the floor. “Hey!”<br /><br />“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it. Get dressed.”<br /><br />“No.”<br /><br />He bent over me, eyes narrowed. “Tell me no one more time, I dare you.”<br /><br />I steeled my nerves, looked up at him, and said, “No.”<br /><br />Five minutes later I was glaring daggers at his back as I followed him up the stairs. The clothes he’d given me were a little tight, but they smelled like oil and metal and wolves. The shirt had a patch on it, my name stitched neatly into it.<br /><br />“The sun isn’t even up,” I grumbled.<br /><br />“It’s good to know your powers of observation are still intact.