CHAPTER ELEVEN
BETRAYAL OF THE WORST KIND
My mind replayed the strange dreams. Margot had been out cold back when I had confronted Fox. She hadn’t witnessed the dark sand flowing from my hands. She knew of my sand, but she hadn’t seen it.
What if that scene in my dream had actually happened? What if someone, something, was showing me real events? Was Margot being kept somewhere, tested?
Shit, was Max really dead? Was Margot in danger too?
I rubbed my face, pressing my fingers tightly against my eyes. If these dreams were true, then that story they’d fed me about Max and Margot having been sent to the Outer on some errand was a bunch of bullshit to cover what was really going on.
Ugh, but what was really going on?
I was so busy trying to decipher the strange turn of events, I didn’t
