Elijah

I don’t believe in fate. Or destiny. But something about Kara pulls me in like gravity. It’s not just her fire, the fierce edge to her voice or how her eyes flash silver-blue in the sunlight. It’s what she hides beneath it all.

I see it in the small things. I want to ask her about a lot of things. But I’m scared.

Not of her. Of what she might say.

We’d been walking for hours, through the brittle remains of the forest, past the rocky ...