147. "Selene, answer me!” Selene wasn’t looking at Adrian, her eyes were on the stone instead. What the hell would she say to him? Selene didn't know, so she didn’t respond. She stared at the ball for a second before quickly closing her fingers around it. “Selene." Still nothing. She shoved the ball into her pocket and looked away. "We need to get the children out first, Adrian. Everything else is secondary." Her voice sounded strained. Adrian nodded and slowly got to his feet. His throat still hurt from where the warden had nearly crushed it. He looked at Selene, and shook his head. He had so many questions that were practically exploding inside his head. What kind of magic was that? Why had she lied about being able to do magic? What else had she lied about? How many other things was she hiding? He shook his head. No, he needed to concentrate on the kids. Most of them looked terrified. Adrian swallowed his questions. "Right, the children.” Selene looked

149. Henry hated that scream immediately. When he got to Mira’s site, she was nowhere to be found, but he could hear loud screaming from someone. The kind of scream people made when they thought they were about to die. "Shit." He dropped the blanket he was carrying and turned around. Kael picked up the blanket and ran beside him. "You can’t just run when you hear a scream." "I can’t find Mira!” Henry exclaimed, still running. The scream came again, but this time it sounded weaker. Henry was sick to his stomach. Mira. Please don't let it be Mira. He begged in his mind. It couldn’t be her, not after everything she had already done to help people! The giant tower still stood in the distance like a giant middle finger aimed at the entire kingdom. “FUCK YOU!” Henry spat at it as he ran through the wreckage. Kael followed behind. "Slow down!" "I can’t afford to!" Henry said, throwing himself over obstacles and jumping like a kangaroo before he slid beneath a lar

151. Adrian read Henry's letter three times before he folded the paper and sighed. The letter sat on the desk beside his untouched breakfast. Henry had apparently spent half the night writing recommendations and possible allies for Adrian's cause and the rebellion. So much for a hello. Most of the names were useless to Adrian. There was no way he was going go trust any of the names that he had crossed off. The other ones were questionable, in the sense that they always sat on the fence with regard to fire matters. One can never trust such people, unless as a joke. The one name that made sense was a nobleman named Lord Harrow. Henry had underlined the name three separate times. Trust this one. Then underneath that, he had written... Seriously. Trust this one. And underneath that... If he turns out evil, I will personally apologise. Adrian sighed. Henry had become much better, that he knew, but he also knew that Henry was not the best judge of character in any situation.