Nyx's POV
I stared at the maps until the lines blurred together and my eyes burned.
Dawn. I had until dawn to make three random waterfalls match a story I'd completely invented, and if I failed, Warrick would execute Finn while I watched.
My hands shook as I traced the mountain range again, trying to find something, anything that could save me, but there was nothing. No pattern, no answer, just lies built on top of lies that were about to collapse and bury everyone I loved.
I couldn't do this. I couldn't go to those waterfalls tomorrow and pretend to recognize terrain I'd never seen because he'd know immediately, would see through every lie and every desperate excuse, and then Finn would die.
Unless I didn't go at all.
The thought hit me so hard I stopped breathing.
If I couldn't go
