IRIS
“Next left,” I say. “We’re heading to the south ridge, outside the city.”
The driver nods, not asking questions. I sit back, letting the reality of everything catch up with me.
I’m running away. From my life, from everything I know. And yet, I don’t feel like I have a choice. Not with what Darian told me. Not with the fire I saw in his eyes when he said his father wanted me dead.
As the car makes the turn, Darian shifts beside me. “Thank you,” he says quietly.
I look over at him. “For what?”
“For trusting me. Even after all this.”
I’m quiet for a beat. “It’s not like I have much of a choice, is it?”
He winces slightly. “I guess not.”
I sigh. “I just… I don’t know how to feel, Darian. I don’t know if I should be scared for me or for you. If you’re right about that prophecy, th
