Burn the neighborhood,” Brandon ordered. He fell back hard, and I nearly lost my balance and fell with him. But what could I do against an army? I was only nineteen, barely an adult. I knew only one place in the world that you could find a Nun. A second soldier leapt at me; we grappled. Ever since the Nuns attacked us three months ago, I had been preparing for another attempt. 32 had stopped, and was kneeling in the middle of the yard, aiming her AR-15 at the small helicopter. Both appeared to be brunettes.”
“Dammit,” Brandon hissed. They all had black auras and I could just make out a fringe of red. He swallowed, then opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something, but he hesitated. I will find a way to save you.* I just wished I believed myself. I was the only one that couldn’t watch it, the only one who couldn’t watch to see what was happening to my husband.
