Thirteen
Three hours of failure was bound to wear on a girl’s confidence, and I slumped against the couch cushions in defeat, glowering at my dad, J.T., and Desmond standing opposite me.
“We have to keep trying,” J.T. insisted.
“I need a break, because this isn’t working. I need to clear my head, regroup,” I answered.
“While you two have been experimenting, Desmond filled me in on his theory,” Dad said, handing me a cup of coffee and a slice of pizza.
“That they’re picking off the newer members first? Well then, they should have come after me first. I’m definitely the newest.”
“Savior status makes you special,” Desmond said softly.
“Well, when he mentioned that, it triggered something I’d read in one of your mother’s books.” He passed over a book. “It seems like the original plan wa
