Harper’s POV
“This is insane. They’ve made themselves targets. They need to come home.”
Jack squeezes my hand, looking sympathetic. “You know they won’t. That would make home a target.”
“They’re going to be fine,” Effie assures me. “They’ve already caught the i***t who did it. And they’ll catch anyone else who dares to f**k with your parents.”
It’s true—the British Secret Intelligence Service, who were already present at my parents’ speech, were able to catch the perp who started the fire within an hour of the attack. He smelled like gasoline and had burns on his hands; not exactly a criminal mastermind.
“I’m just one of many!” he shouted into the cameras as they hauled him away in handcuffs. “Power to the Originalists!”
“When do you meet with Kenton next?” Logan asks me from Effi
