Chapter 48

• "Do you really think this will work?" Crown's voice was low, sharp with the edge of frustration, but his eyes were soft—like he was searching for something in me, something that would confirm his belief that what we were about to do would work.
• I couldn’t look at him directly. Not right now. Not after everything we had been through, the decisions we’d had to make, the sacrifices. My mind was a whirl of thoughts, each one tangled with the uncertainty of the future.
• I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "It has to work."