LUCAS’ POV.

As my eyes threatened to turn everywhere into black, I felt a hand press my shoulder lightly. It was Tray, and he handed me a bottle of water, which I drank.

It made me feel better. The people’s faces focused back into view, and I could see the desperation for answers on each of their faces.

“Only when you’re done speaking, will you hear from me.” I said, and they began to caution each other.

The few that had gotten to their feet went back to their seats, and it was ...