Vincent Sharp recovered from his gunshot wound, and he promised all of us he would uphold his promise that Aether would stay out of our lives. I’m not sure I believe him, but we did save his life. Of course, we also got his son killed.
“It’s strange,” Zahra says. “We spent all this time going to these different futures, and yet I have no idea what will happen in mine now.”
“Are you going to try to save your brother?” I ask. Last time she tried, it seemed to backfire on her.
Zahra’s dark brows pinch together, and she considers her answer for a moment. “I think I’m going to get my brother some help for his gambling problem. Giving him more money didn’t work. Neither did trying to stop his murder. I need to do something to fix the issue before it gets that bad. Maybe that’s the way to save
