“I want to go back.” “We can’t!” True fear shone in Kansas’s eyes. “Eisley, they’ll—” “What about Constantine?” I reached for the necklace I wore around my neck. A thin golden ring with a small diamond hung on it. “We shouldn’t have left him..” Hot tears began to fall down my filthy cheeks. “We need to go back. He’s waiting for us. We need to save him.” He squeezed my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. “Constantine is dead. If we go back, the Minister will do the same to us. Come on.” A loud whistle came from behind us, and we reacted. We stumbled down a hill and onto a road.
