I saw Greyson moving his lips, his brow furrowed as he fiddled with his sleeve. He thought it didn’t work. But then our eyes met, and a look of horror passed over his face.
He knew.
At that exact moment, a strange whistling sound echoed across the mountain range, and Greyson turned white. Confusion coursed through me, and I opened my mouth to ask if he was okay.
But then I saw it—a trail of light in the dark sky, whirling away from us at a horrifyingly fast pace.
And just as I put the pieces together, that trail of light reached the helicopter in the distance, and a fiery explosion lit the horizon.
“Mercy is terribly overrated,” said Daxton calmly, and as he walked away, I watched in silent shock as the burning helicopter fell from the sky and crashed into the mountains below.
I didn
