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love by two sisters who had survived the unimaginable to save their fellow sisters and their children.
    But Ellie didn’t know that.
    “Genero is not a factory of lies,” she said. “It’s a good place where good people are trying to rebuild our society.”
    “Genero was built to create abominations,” Wyatt said.
    His words seemed to reverberate through his followers.
    Carver was the first to react. “Hey, that’s a little cold,” he said.
    And then Sam. “Really, Wyatt—”
    But it was Ellie who surprised everyone.
    She pushed through the group, moving even big Bobby out of her way as she marched up behind Wyatt and grabbed his shirt, yanking it until he turned slightly, a look of surprise briefly visible in his dark blue eyes.
    “Take that back!” she cried.
    “Ellie—”
    She slammed a fist against his chest. “Genero is a place of love, a place where girls are raised to be nurturers, to be historians, and to spread the word of love that the sisters began. We are not abominations!”
    She didn’t wait for him to respond. She slammed her fist against his chest again, pushing so hard against him that he stumbled back slightly. Sam, who had moved up behind Ellie the moment he saw where she was going, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her away.
    “Ellie, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Wyatt said.
    “Then why would you say something like that?”
    His eyes moved over her face, then to Sam’s, and, finally, to Dylan’s. His gaze lingered there, fanning the flames of Ellie’s anger.
    “It’s not all of us,” she said. “Not everyone from Genero is like her.”
    Carver and Bobby were looking at Dylan now, too.
    Dylan shifted slightly. “You don’t understand,” she began to say, but Ellie just laughed.
    “It’s because of you we’re out here,” she said. “Those Redcoats were after you.”
    Dylan inclined her head.
    “And the gargoyle that attacked us that day.” Ellie gestured toward the sky. “Sam and I didn’t have any trouble with them until we joined you.”
    “She saved our lives,” Sam said.
    “Wyatt saved our lives.”
    Carver and Bobby looked like they were watching some sort of volleying sport as they swiveled their heads from Ellie to Dylan. They had no idea what Ellie was talking about, but it was clear they were fascinated just the same. But Dylan was done.
    She started walking again, aware that everyone was watching, but no one followed.
    “You’re going to get us all killed!” Ellie cried as Dylan walked passed her.
    “That’s enough,” Wyatt said. His tone was low, quiet, but the command in it was unmistakable.
    They continued to walk for several hours after that. No one really talked for a while, not even Carver. But, slowly, one at a time, they began to chatter again as though nothing had happened. Even Ellie was chattering away at the back of the pack, walking between Bobby and Sam and conversing about the wildlife they were beginning to see, the vegetation that was beginning to appear. They were leaving the desert, everyone could see it. But that meant they were walking into a landscape they were not familiar with, filled with dangers they were not accustomed to.
    A little before dark, they came to a small ruin. Contrary to Carver’s earlier assertion, there was no sign announcing the name of this ruin. It was simply a collection of buildings that paralleled a straight, asphalt-covered road. Wyatt instructed the boys to search the buildings for wanderers who might pose a threat, while Ellie and Dylan were to wait. Dylan ignored the order and went into a building with two strange boxes out front, long, narrow boxes with numbered displays at the top. Inside the building were rows and rows of shelves. Some had been knocked down, but others still stood. They were empty. And along the back wall was a set of compartments with glass doors, most of the glass broken and scattered across the floor. As Dylan made her way around that side of the building, the