Hope
I still had a lot of things going on inside my head. No matter how much I wanted to, I just couldn't stop thinking about Hector, and I was mad to recognize that I was worried about him and what he could try to do. I wasn't sure what I feared most about him. If I was afraid of his indifference or of him actually caring. He was a problem for another time, a much later time when I was settled and I had time to process everything that had happened. It still felt unreal, that Dad was gone, and so was his murderer. And that I was back and in charge, at only eighteen. I had never expected my life to turn that way, but at least Dagger was with me and with him by my side, everything felt possible.
We headed to the training area. From what I had found in the few documents in the Alpha office,
