“Over my dead body…. less than forty-eight hours ago, you died in my arms, and it was sheer luck I got your heart to restart. You were told to stay in bed and rest, not to go searching Eve’s cottage or walking around the grounds. You are not coming to the Mountain, and you are not to leave this room.”
My dad is pacing, anger seething from every pore, furious at me for disobeying his order and also wound up with worry and in pain over now knowing my sister is not trackable. I know this anger isn’t all about me, but it's just him venting his frustration at not knowing what to do and his concern over me not staying in bed.
“Dad…” I try to argue
“He’s right…You aren’t coming to the mountain. There is no reason for you to be there. Rema and your dad can go over the grimoires. Your focus is r
