Nathan The rough burlap sack was yanked off my head, and I blinked furiously against the sudden harsh glare of morning sunlight. My burning eyes took a moment to adjust after being plunged into darkness for so long. Once the blur cleared from my eyes and I was finally able to make out my surroundings, I could see that we were outside now, in what looked like an abandoned quarry or maybe a construction site.

Olivia The gunshot never came. Slowly, almost dreading what fresh horror awaited me, I peeled my eyes open. And blinked in utter disbelief. We wer

Olivia Before I could ask what was going on, Freya was already walking across the clearing. Her steps were slow and measured, but at the same time, there was a level of eagerness to them—like she was walking toward someone she was excited to see, but was also in disbelief at the same time. Nathan, still standing beside me, turned to catch where my gaze was drifting and furrowed his brow. “Who’s that?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “Someone Freya kn

Olivia I felt as though the ground had opened up beneath my feet, swallowing me into a chasm of nothingness. Maybe I was having a nightmare—yes, that had to be it. But when I reached out and gripped the edge of the table, only to find that it was as infallible and grounding as ever, I knew that it had to be real. 

Nathan I couldn’t stop the rage from simmering just beneath the surface as I made my way through the darkened forest toward the confinement pit. No one knew I was here—I was coming under the cover of night, my hair and face concealed by a hood. But I had to come. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dan and Montgomery, and I needed to see them.