Chapter 11: A Prophecy UnfoldsI couldn't believe what I had just read. And I didn't understand what it meant.
I—was I in trouble? Was I in danger?
Sheer alarm jolted me, so that I sat, numb, in my seat, phone quavering in my perspiring palms.
Please tell me this isn't happening.
Amid my mounting trepidation, I attempted to fight purely raw passion with reason.
First off, Brandon had given the warning. Brandon. The odd-one-out in Christian's gang who had hated me upon sight. Brandon, who did scare me Halloween night as a cruel joke and laughed about it as if it belonged on America's Funniest Home Videos. So why should I trust his sudden admonition? And how the bloody hell (no, I'm not British) would he even know if I would encounter a threat any time soon?
I thought I had rationalized
