Becky POV
I knew this game or trial wasn't going to be easy for us.
I was skeptical if I should wake them up, about the thing watching us.
The feeling didn't leave.
It crawled along my spine as night deepened, the sense of being measured, weighed, and monitored. The tall grass outside brushed against the farmhouse walls even though there was still no wind.
Every sound felt loud. Every creak felt like a breath being taken too close to my neck.
Someone was waiting for us to let our guard down, which was happening because after settling down, most of them had instantly picked a space and slept off.
I stayed near the window long after others settled into uneasy rest. Some also pretended to be asleep to avoid watching over. Rhea stared at the ceiling with hollow eyes.
"Rhea," I called after some time.
"Hmm, blondie, this time you didn't get the pass. Is that why you're trying so hard to survive tonight?" She asked as she strolled over to come join me.
