Chapter Thirty-Five

  Amanda

  Yale walked up to the shield, tipping his head back and studying it.

  "So much for your plan," I spat at him.

  He ignored the spittle. "You think that I have to worry about that? Think, Luna. How do you think we got into the shield in the first place? Infiltration, I know the weaknesses of this defense of theirs. For most it would be unbreakable, insurmountable, impossible."

  He was really annoying me at this point. But I still understood what he was trying to say. He had figured out a weakness to this shield of Zale's. The hope of him being slowed down here was dashed.

  "Everything has a weakness, and this shield has one that I can handle." He smirked. "You might want to hold on, Luna. We're about to go for a ride."