Drew’s POV
My chest clenched. I could feel the sweat already forming on my face as I sat in anticipation. Elma mumbled in another language as she remained focused, and Max watched Mason in the same type of worry that I had for Amber.
This was far too dangerous. I couldn’t say I supported the idea of sending Amber in a space where she could get lost forever, but I wouldn’t dare tell her not to. I tried to be as supportive to her as possible, once it doesn’t mean definite death. However, telling her not to speak to her siblings was far beyond me, so I simply sat and hoped for the best.
So far, everything seemed normal. The three Rousseuax’s on the bed were as still as water, and Mason and Elma remained focused. I didn’t move an inch, knowing that the slightest noise could distract any
