“But it’s not me I’m scared for, Gabriel.” I looked to my brother, my pulse ticking faster. “It’s Lance. It’s you. Tory. Everyone.” The panic deepened, my breathing coming quicker. “The chances of us all making it through this war can’t be good. And I bet you know. You’ve seen what’s coming, but I can’t bear to ask you.” I clutched his arm and Gabriel laid his hand over mine, his gaze tinged with pain.
God i hope they make it
