"Well I was thinking, see, I could volunteer to meet him and Famine could either show up or at least find us afterward and then I'd be safe-"
"Lena, no," Thomas said from beneath his little blanket fort. He was about to say something else, but Lena's phone beeped again and Thomas jumped nearly a foot in the air.
Shakily, Lena pulled the phone out and unlocked it. She tapped into the message and then immediately turned it off and threw it down onto the sofa. "You're both about to get another one. Just- Just delete it," she whispered.
Thomas reached his hand out instead though. "No. Show it to me."