DRAKE
“f**k,” I palm my forehead, nursing the headache that is starting to brew like a well-sort coffee ground. I can't get him out of my head: the thought of him being strung up by those wires, those machines, the irritating beeps that I yearn to hear whenever I press my face against the glass…
I sigh, killing the engine. The headlight dims across the front porch where one of the guard stands, waiting. Guards, Betas, warriors, I have all these yet none could protect my son…I couldn't protect him.
I will be damned if I let anything happen to Elena on her trip. I understand her need to see the good in everyone, but people aren't that good, some people will take advantage of her niceness and stab her in the back.
But I will be there to protect her…I must be there. Even though she stares
