Jack’s mind was empty, his vision tunneling, and his body heating up fast. He was sweating and his hands were hurting. He pretended not to notice any of that. He felt Jane’s eyes on him, now more than ever. He was practically blind because of the fog, only able to hear the guttural and violent screams of war, and yet, he could almost visualize those dark crystalline eyes, gigantic and right behind him. It was just a feeling, but they were watching him, judging and thinking like she always did.
Fear gripped his stomach, but that imaginary stare gripped at his heart and kept it pumping. He did not want to turn around and face it without first fulfilling his promise.
He simply couldn’t.
“I’m still with ya, kid!”
Sprinkle yelled out so Jack didn’t have to worry. He yelled out because Jac
