I couldn't handle losing Izzy, too. That's the thought that kept me together all the way back home.
When I'd returned to Finn's office earlier, I'd told him my new conditions: if he wanted me to stay, he was going to help me find my sister, and then he was going to help me get her back. I wasn't very clear on what would happen afterward because I wasn't sure myself. All I knew was that I was never going to leave my sister's side again.
It was already dark outside by the time I stepped out of the car in front of my building apartment. I smelled the scent of honey and chamomile in the first three seconds. Amara. She was here.
A look back at Finn's driver and I realized he hadn't noticed anything yet. He watched the nearly empty street instead. Without wasting another second, I ran into the building and up the stairs in a heartbeat. I didn't need to use my key—the door was unlocked, not broken. I wanted to call Finn.
