Scott Tyler.
I almost didn't recognize him at first, which was stupid because who else would it be? His hair had grown out, all golden and wavy in this gross cave that smelled like wet socks and something died here a while ago.
His smile, though? His smile was all wrong. Cruel, mean. It made my stomach do that thing where it tries to climb up my throat and hide.
Elias went completely still beside me. Not the good kind of still, either, the kind that meant he was about two seconds away from doing something stupid and heroic that would probably get us all killed.
"Elias Hawthorne." Scott's voice was so casual I wanted to throw something at him. "You're all here. Wow."
He said it again, because apparently once wasn't enough. "Wow."
God, I hated him.
