Thirty-Eight
Brennan landed the jet at the foot of the mountain, right by the fairy pools. Within a matter of minutes, we had stolen the jet from a military basis at the edge of London, where Prometheus was gathering its forces to destroy the Outsiders trapped in the city. No military reinforcements followed us on our way to the island, probably because everything was already in place for the next move. Or maybe because Prometheus thought it could control Brennan anyway, because of their connection.
And maybe it could. Maybe it was a mistake bringing him here, but he also was my only leverage, and the promise I had made to his father still bound me.
We dismounted the huge jet that even had a small vehicle at the back of it and walked along the mossy ground towards the hole in the mounta
