CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
EMMA ENDLESS
According to Clark, the tower only revealed itself to people that it wanted to reveal itself. It was hard to keep track of the days, and I was beginning to despair that we would ever find it. “Maybe there’s too many of us searching,” I suggested.
“Well, we all want into it for an honorable reason,” said Clark, “that shouldn’t be the problem.”
“Suit yourself,” said Bradley, “I want to find the damn thing, so we can kill Oberon, the damn bastard. Emma, I can’t believe you didn’t tell us that he’s been harassing you.”
I glared at Clark. “You told him?”
“I had to,” he said, “he was concerned about you. You’ve been flinching every, single time someone comes near you.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Have I?”
“Yes,” Nia said, “and frankly, I’m glad he did.
