14
Lianna
Maxon and I step through a dark and deserted shire somewhere in England. Normally, I love places like this. Everything’s broken down and industrial. Cracked slate walkways. Abandoned factories choked with undergrowth. Smashed-up street lamps that droop at odd angles. When I was on the run from Zephyr, I hid in spots like this all the time. Usually, they make me feel safe.
Today, not so much. Instead, a cold sense of fear creeps across my stomach.
“You’re nervous, yeah?” asks Maxon.
“How’d you guess?”
“You’re having trouble staying human looking.” He shoots me a half smile. “Not that I don’t like you in monarkki blue.”
I stare down at my skin. Maxon has a point. Strong emotions like fear always make me glow. Right now, I have some serious sapphire action going on.
“Walker
