Crow sat at the table despite still recovering from torture and nobody intended to stay behind.
I spent most of the afternoon helping coordinate supplies while Knox finalized assault plans.
Every time I looked at him, I felt the weight of the secret sitting inside my chest. The possibility. The fear and the hope. All tangled together.
By evening, I could barely think straight. Marisol noticed immediately like she always did.
She found me carrying medical supplies into storage.
"You still haven't taken another test." She said and I froze.
"No." I said making her sigh.
"Maze." She said.
"We're planning a rescue mission." I said.
"And?" She asked.
"And Saint is being tortured." I said.
"And?" She asked so I looked at her as she folded her arms.
"The world isn't stopping." She adde
