Chapter 24
June 26, early A.M.
Emmett waited until the dark had claimed every corner of Andrewe’s chambers before he rose. Andrewe’s breath was deep and even, he lay perfectly still, and all Emmett could think was how peaceful Andrewe was. How comfortable. How completely Andrewe had been lulled into a false sense of security that he could sleep so contentedly.
Emmett gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He could just not go; just stay where he was, wait for the blast to come, and slide into death along with the rest. It wouldn’t work though. Shortly someone would be on his way to capture and bind Andrewe. And Andrewe would wait, confused, furious, and frightened, until Emmett showed up to explain himself. And then what, Emmett’s conscience asked him—will he forgive you? Would you forg
