Wryden closed his locker, trying but failing to ignore the shouts in the back of his mind. He pressed against his head and shot a glance at Erin, the girl he had fallen so hard for. He knew soon she would have to leave. I have to find the others.
Erin looked into his eyes, with a worried look on her face. She walked up to him quietly. “It was me, wasn’t it?” she asked, knowing the answer. Wryden looked around cautiously. “Yes,” he said quietly, “yes, it was,” Erin pressed her hand against her forehead, “it’s all my fault,” her voice was shaky, “I gave them all the information they needed, now they can find Ferris and the others in the blink of an eye.” she was right, all of the locations, the names, it was all there. Wryden couldn’t let her feel like this, but he couldn’t let them just find them either. “Listen,” he took her hand gently, “you can’t control what you do in your sleep. Any one of us could have done it,” Erin broke free of his grasp. “But it was me who wrote it down. I let them find it,”
Wryden didn’t know what to say, “I’m just a waste of your time,” Erin began to walk away, “no, you’re not,” Wryden looked her in the eyes, “what are we supposed to do?” Erin asked,. Wryden answered, “there’s still one location left,” Erin sighed, “and where’s that?” she raised an eyebrow.
“Harlen Di Napoli,”