Realization hits me like a sledge hammer. The griffins have me. I’m going to die this time. My parents will never know what happened to me. Logan will never find me. I won’t be able to say goodbye to Tucker.
I hang my head and bite my tongue to hold back the tears. They course, bloody, down my cheeks anyway. I close my eyes and shut down my senses. I don’t want to hear my death coming.