Harper’s POV
Just a few hours, and we’ll be in the Domain again. I won’t lie to myself and say I’m not nervous because I am. These people know my face and Lucas’s face.
“Are you sure they’ll have what we need to disguise ourselves?” I ask as Lucas leads me down the hall.
“The council sent us plenty of supplies,” he reminds me. “They want this mission to be a success just as much as we do, so they’ve sent us everything we’ll need… and it’s right in there.”
He points to the door at the end of the hall, only four doors down from his office, and I tense up. The nerves zipping through me create a nauseous bundle in my stomach, and even when I try to push it away, it returns.
Walking purposefully into a dangerous situation is so different than accidentally stumbling into one. I’d rather
