CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jesse
It's raining, and I'm standing near the edge of a familiar cliff.
This is where I grew up.
I look around and I see my family home in the background. It's been a while since I went home, but even as I want my feet to turn, they refuse to move. There's a figure sitting on the edge of the cliff, in the rain, and I know who it is, without seeing her face.
"Taylor?"
I approach her, and when she looks over her shoulder, her eyes are red blood, the same color they were when she had gone against the members of the Black Wreath Organization. But her expression is distraught, and I can't help but sit down next to her, "Why're you here?"
"I don't know," she murmurs, her voice filled with a heaviness that isn't like her. "I'm so close to finding Dad, but I'm so scared."
Her father? Why is she looking for her father?
"I thought you were stashed somewhere safe?" I frown, forgetting for a moment that this is nothing more than a dream.