Callie’s POV
Asher’s question didn’t disappear the next day.
It stayed there.
Sitting between us.
Invisible.
Uncomfortable.
Waiting.
The sun had finally come out after nearly a week of rain, and the forests gradually began to open as we continued north.
The mountains looked different here.
Older.
Wilder.
As if we were entering a region the rest of the world had forgotten.
No one talked much that morning.
Aurek studied one of his maps.
Jonas took notes in an old notebook.
Asher drove.
And I watched the landscape pass by through the window.
Trying not to think.
Failing completely.
Because the closer we got to the White City, the more I felt like everyone was beginning to look at me the same way.
Not them.
Not exactly.
The world.
The visions.
The guardians.
The First.
