Zayde's Point of View
Once again, we silently make our way into the forest to meet Elijah. I glance down at Chloe. Her face is unreadable, but I can feel the tension coming off of her, and I'm sure the storm raging inside of me mirrors the one in her.
Behind us, our fathers trail closely. Neither one of them have said a word since we left Chloe’s house. When I went to get her this morning, my father, along with Chloe and her father, were already standing outside, waiting for me. Their decision to come wasn’t up for debate. They didn’t ask, they just followed us.
When we get to the clearing, Elijah is already there, standing near the edge, calm and composed as he watches us approach him.
“You knew. You have known for a while, haven’t you?”
My father demands as soon as we are close, hi
