The last few days on Abernath had been like a dream. A perfect romantic fantasy, which showed me the exact life I could have had with Brace if the Seventine weren’t threatening to destroy everything I cared about. Bastards. The four of us were sitting on the front grassed area at the Angelisian house, waiting for everyone to join us. The street fair would start in a few hours. Lallielle had been off frantically organizing when I got back. While we waited I couldn’t stop thinking about something which had begun to niggle away at me the previous night. “What do you think Olden meant when she said we don’t even know why they’ve chosen this time to start releasing the Seventine?” I spoke out loud. Brace, Colton and Lucy turned toward me. “Is there some significance that we missed? I always thought it had something to do with us half-Walkers, but maybe it’s something else.”
