Thirty-One
The cold darkness crept up her spine.
Annie’s mind ran wild inside the drone where she was alone with her own thoughts. Björn had sent it to transport her. Where to? Would he even listen to what she had to say? What did she have to say, anyway? He was a different man. But the moment he had seen her in danger, there was alarm written all over his face. Maybe he still loved her. Maybe he still remembered what it had felt like to travel across the island together, only the two of them.
The horror of the war still played out before her inner eye, and here in the darkness, it haunted her. The dead, the bleeding, the cries. Adama had managed to stop the first wave, but now came the second. And they would send a third if necessary. They wouldn’t give up. But maybe Annie could do som
