Lucas gently wiped the tear on my cheek with his fingertips. I looked up at him, my eyes hazy, and he smiled gently at me. "Together, we will make things right," he said softly.
I sniffled, trying to compose myself. "How? How can we make things right?" I asked.
He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "Unless we find Alexandria, then this will never end. By finding her and putting her in a place where she belongs we can live at peace and so everyone around us."
"I'm scared, Lucas." I whispered and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Alexandria will do everything to get rid of me."
Lucas put a comforting arm around me, "I understand why you're scared," he said, "but we can't let fear get the best of us."
He was right. I thought to myself. I spent my life feeling scared and running away from Alexandria. Instead of making the situation better it only made things worse.
