*Ari’s POV*
The light of my phone was dim in the dark cell. It touched the pendant of my mother’s necklace as it sat in my fingers. I’d received the necklace on my eighteenth birthday, and worn it every day since. It had been my mother’s, who now remained in my memory and heart. I’d hate to lose this beautiful memory of her, take the risk of wearing it in case an agent saw it.
“What should I do, Mom?” I whispered, clutching the pendent.
Nothing was going right, or rather, nothing happened to get us all out of here. But I felt guilty. I felt like I should do something to help these people—the two cities, but I’d only been thinking of myself.
I wanted my family and friends. I wanted Arian back. Nothing else seemed more important than seeing him again, proper
