“In Bliss. It’s one of our Pods. ”
“Why did you leave?”
“I didn’t leave. I was thrown out. ”
“You were thrown out but you want to go back? That’s barmy, Dweller. ”
She guessed by Cinder’s expression that barmy meant something close to crazy. “I guess, when you put it like that. ”
Roar tossed a piece of bread onto the ground. “Take it and be gone, Cinder. ”
“It’s all right,” Aria said. Cinder might lack manners, but it was a cold night and where would he go? Out there by himself? “He can stay. It’s fine with me. ”
Cinder picked up the bread and bit off a piece. “She wants me to stay, Roar. ”
Aria could see his jawbone moving up and down as he chewed. “My name is Aria. ”
“She even told me her name,” Cinder said. “She likes me. ”
“Not for long,” Roar muttered.
Cinder looked at her, gnashing at the bread with his mouth open. Aria looked away. He was being crude on purpose.
“You’re right,” he said. “I think she already changed her mind. ”
“Shut your mouth, Cinder. ”
“How am I supposed to eat?”
Roar sat up. “That’s enough. ”
Cinder’s smile was full of challenge. “What are you going to do? Stop feeding me? You want this back?” He held the half-eaten bread out. “Take it, Roar. I don’t want it anymore. ”
Perry reached out and plucked the bread from his hand.
Cinder turned a stunned look on him. “You shouldn’t have done that. ”
“You didn’t want it. ” Perry brought the bread to his mouth. He stopped with it inches from his lips. “Did you? Or were you lying?” His eyes gleamed in the dark. “If you tell them you’re sorry, I’ll give it back. ”
Cinder snorted. “I’m not sorry. ”
The corner of Perry’s mouth lifted into a smile. “You’re still lying. ”
Cinder suddenly looked panicked, his eyes darting to her and then Roar and finally back to Perry. He scrambled to his feet. “Stay away from me, Scire!” He grabbed the bread out of Perry’s hand and barreled through the gap in the screen.
A cool feeling crept up Aria’s neck as the sounds of Cinder’s getaway faded. “What just happened? Why did he call you ‘Scire’?”
Roar’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Perry . . . she doesn’t know?”
Perry shook his head.
“What don’t I know?”
He looked up at the night sky, avoiding her gaze, and took a deep breath. “Some of us are Marked,” he said softly. “That’s what the bands on my arms are. Markings. They show that we have a dominant Sense. Roar is an Aud. He can hear things more clearly and from farther away. Sometimes miles off. ”
Roar gave her an apologetic shrug.
“What about you?”