I've been watching Zion now since that night when I followed him into the forest. Even on nights we don't sleep together, I wake up and stand by my window until I see him leaving. I've thought about it, but I can't come up with a good plan on how to go past the guards.

“Earth to Geneva,” Isaac snapped his fingers in front of me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled before dropping to the floor and crossing my legs.

“You are distracted today. What are you thinking about?” Isaac asks, taking a seat ...