(Emma)
I sat down on the edge of the bed, thinking about what was going on. My hand instinctively pressed against my stomach, as if I could somehow protect the little life inside me from the mess that was unfolding outside. I couldn’t stop thinking about Darius.
Was he alright? Was he even still alive? I tried to push the fear from my mind, but it crept back in, clawing at me. I should have been there with him, fighting alongside him, but instead, here I was, trapped in this mansion, far away from the one person who meant more to me than anything.
I couldn’t feel the connection towards Darius because I didn't have my mark. So, I wasn't sure if he was okay or not.
The thought of him, possibly out there injured, made my stomach twist in knots. I hated this. Hated feeling so powerless. I
