Lecture.
This is the part I detest most. Watching Beshib on that trunk, reminding us of our greed and cowardice. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, but that won't do anything, except keep from getting me snatched. Forced to hear his words, I dedicatedly tune them out, scanning the Auditorium instead.
Walker is a ways away and Sampson, Vix and Clark are not far from him. I keep searching until I find Reid, my heart sinking. He's not grouped with any of the Rogues but, to my dismay, stands coupled with the girl he'd been arguing with.
She has flawless ivory skin and her perfectly straight cinnamon-honey hair is swept into a smooth, cascading ponytail. A few strands fall past high cheek-bones and down to a wide, pouting mouth. She shifts closer to him, trying to close the distance as her sapphire eyes bat enticingly from time to time, trying to draw his attention.