The Last Heiress
Everyone was thinking the same thing I was—that we were being offered a terrible choice between different types of death.
"I'm in," Solace said quietly. "If nothing else, I'd like to die fighting instead of hiding."
"Me too," Dovette said. I could feel her looking at me, waiting to see what I'd do.
I thought about what Solace had said about being seventeen, about having time to become something. I thought about my mother trying to prepare, trying to save us. I thought about the creatures burning down the fort, moving north with purpose.
"I'm in," I said.