Cora
I hear the sound of the keys against the bars but I don’t even look. It’s probably the guards coming to fetch me for execution. “Cora,” I hear Nolan’s voice and I look up, a surprised look on my face. How is he here? How is he not locked up in a cell? I blink a few times, looking behind him, my eyes puffy and sore from crying all night, but there’s no one and I get up, burying myself against his chest. The tears coming out of my eyes burning like saltwater on fresh wounds. He holds me as I clutch his shirt, still cuffed with the hex cuffs.”You need to help me, Nolan. Please get me out of here,” I beg him between the sobs and he pulls back placing his hands on my shoulders. How did they discover me and not him?
“Ares is alive, Cora,” he says, turning my face into a confused frown.
