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My legs couldn’t move fast enough. They trembled with each labored step I took up the mountain, threatening to give way. Nature itself seemed to be against me as tree branches scratched against my arms and my face and I stumbled over loose rocks. I pressed harder, not caring that my head was pounding or that I could barely breathe.
Images of Sylas and Hannah flashed through my mind. Sylas begging the guardians to punish him. Hannah’s blonde hair and pink ribbons blowing gently in the wind. Her face gazing down at Sylas, holding him in her eyes even as the flames licked her feet. Her eyes carried the love she had for Sylas until the very end.
I tripped over a branch and scraped my hands as I caught myself against a tree. Tovah wouldn’t listen to Lukas, but she’d listen to me. I had to
