CHAPTER 22
The flight is long and stuffy, only adding to the well of nervousness gnawing at my stomach. This is it. We’re going after Bethamous to make him answer for everything he’s done, and above all, to stop him from getting the Origin Stone. No pressure at all.
Attou, who wanted to keep in contact with me for the whole journey, keeps chiming in with what I assume are meant to be encouragements, but in truth, they make me feel worse.
“You have the support of all of us, Emily Renzi. You will be fine,” he says, as the plane hits a particularly big wave of turbulence.
Yes, I have everyone’s support. That also means that if I fail, I’ll fail them, too.
I try not to think about it, but by the tell-tale prickling coming from my birthmark, it’s too late. The one person that I don’t want
