Before I know it, I’m already sitting in a Hummer, rushing towards the north of the country. Practically the whole Seminary is at our heels, accompanying us as the protectors, so we can do the dirty work.
The thing is, as soon as I told Cyrus what I saw in my vision, he didn’t waste a single second. No matter how badly I tried to turn him away from it, he wouldn’t listen to me. I was afraid of my dream being a vision too, despite him telling me otherwise.
I still am. Afraid. I don’t trust that Amelia won’t try to hurt him, if she gets the chance. She knows that it’s the best way to get under my skin. If I try to save him, she’ll have her path cleared and will do her best to finally get to me.
I try not to think about it, I really do. But everything until this moment has happened so quic
