“I… wish you would’ve come to me about all of this tracker business, Sophie. Please don’t feel like you have to wait for Alden or Grady.” “I don’t feel like that,” Sophie told her. Though she did. A little. Edaline had always been the fragile one, barely holding herself together as she battled through her grief. Sophie never wanted to be the one to make her lose her grip. “I’m stronger now,” Edaline whispered. “Next time, I hope you’ll trust me.” Next time. The words hung in the air as Edaline left her alone for the night. As long as the rebels were free, there would always be a next time.
