“Fuck!” Jasper’s twin slammed his fist against the bars of his cell.
“Way to go,” another Skin in the cage further down said.
“Wait.” Dante’s voice was a command that had her freezing in her tracks. “What do they intend to do with us?”
For a moment, I honestly thought she’d ignore him and walk out of that door without responding, but then her voice echoed back toward us, filled with resignation.
“You’re intended to be entertainment for the Bloods. They’ll make you fight for your lives, and if you survive, if you make it through the tests, they’ll take you to the red sector.”
“Fight? Fight against whom?” Jasper asked.
She glanced back over her shoulder. “Not who. What.”