Chapter Nineteen“Two,” I continue, wondering why I’m still alive. “Three.”
As I count, I fume inside. Why didn’t a vision forewarn me of this? What use is my power if it doesn’t work when I need it?
I wish I’d somehow gotten in touch with Darian and made him teach me how to properly control my power; that way, no orc would’ve been able to sneak up on me.
“Fifty,” I say and allow myself to hope that I might actually survive this.
When I get to the count of one hundred, I become increasingly certain he won’t shoot me—because why wait so long before doing so?
Then again, why pretend to be a robber in the first place?
When I’m on 457, the train stops and the doors open.
I wouldn’t bet my life on it, but I think I hear heavy footsteps echo in the distance.
For good measure, I continue c
