...Raine...
Zander grubbles his protests at my side as the car rolls through the busy streets. I ignore his objections as I have for the last few days since we settled on this plan. Instead, I watch out over the pedestrians walking in their little bubble, ignorant to the troubles of those like us. Those passersby who are consumed by their own minor problems, oblivious to the threat of war that looms over us. I envy their ignorance. That used to be me.
My life feels completely turned on its head in only a few months. I long for the days when my biggest worry was running late to the club or dealing with a sleazy regular. Those worries pale in comparison to everything that has transpired since I was pulled into this world, a world I tried so hard to run from. So much pain, so much loss. An
