Archer shifted on the bed so that he could look at my face. “I’ll go with you,” he said.
I raised both eyebrows at him. “Cross, you’re the Casnoffs’ personal torture guinea pig. It’s a miracle they’re letting you stay in your room and not, like chaining you in a dungeon. If they catch you wandering around in the cellar-“
“If the Casnoffs were going to lock me up, they would’ve done it already.”
“Why haven’t they?” Jenna wondered out loud, and Archer shrugged.
“Maybe it’s because they know I can’t escape? Or maybe having to look at the dude they’ve been flaying alive every day is punishment for the other students. Either way, I’ll take it.”
Archer turned back to me, and that familiar grin flashed over his face. “Come on, Mercer. Me, you, the cellar. What could go wrong?

Autore: Rachel Hawkins