Dylan’s POV
Eli bends down and kisses mom on the forehead before he gets back up. Dad is still holding onto mom, but he is still unconscious. Eli walks over to Amara and takes her hand. “I need your help, sis.” He says, and I know they are mind-linking. I hold Aneeqa tightly while she sobs, and I can’t help my tears that are also flowing as I look at my parents. Dakota is crying in Thomas’s arms, while he holds her close to his chest. Amara gasps and shakes her head.
“You can’t,” she says. “I can and I will. They lied to us, so we need to fix this on our own.” He says and she sighs and nods. “Okay, I will help you.” She says and he nods back at her. “I will fix this.” He says, looking at me and Dakota, but his voice is mixed with Kairos.
“What the f**k guys? What’s going on?” I asked
