22. Ripped Apart-1
22 Ripped Apart Jacob knelt, watching Emilia, feeling her fear and pain rip him apart. “Let me go to her,” Jacob whispered. “Please let me go to her.” He needed to hold her, to feel she was safe. Tell her the Dragons were far away. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” the Hag asked, her voice soft. “Yes, I need to be with her.” “Why?” “Because she needs me.” “Does she?” The Hag raised one perfect eyebrow, the genuineness of her question making Jacob want to scream. “Was what you showed her real?” “Yes.” The Hag nodded. “I would never lie to you. Not about that.” “Are they alive?” Jacob pressed his forehead against the barrier. The rocks falling from above―he and Emilia had survived it. But Dexter hadn’t warned Aunt Iz and the others what he was going to do. They didn’t have shi
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