Twenty
The wait for Iain to come back seemed an eternity. I went from pacing our little room, to staring aimlessly out the window.
“We’re going to figure it out,” J.T. said, stroking my hair.
“Besides, if anyone can shoulder this, it’s you. You are the Savior after all,” Desmond added, that tinge of jealousy creeping back in.
“Your inferiority complex is showing,” I teased. After a moment I added, “As much as I like the ego boost guys, I’m worried. And scared that this won’t be enough. Or it will be too little too late.” Beside me, my phone buzzed with an incoming text message. I cringed at the thought of international messaging rates.
It was a short message from Molly. ‘No luck locating Ms. Montes. So far, no new attacks since last update.”
“They still can’t find Belladonna,” I shar
