Chapter 69

• It was frightful. My eyes were stunned by the scene that lay before me. The whole Hamiton road had been struck, a well put together attack that left obliteration afterward. The delicate whirlwinds blew through the bent leftovers of structures, unsettling my earthy colored hair as I ventured cautiously through the sloppy ground that was stained with blood. My heart hustled, a blend of dread and outrage stirring inside me.
• Jason bowed front and center, his eyes examining the grounds that had been randomly dissipated and mercilessly battered. "They were exact, determined," he mumbled, his voice touched with a feeling of doubt.
• Close to me, Aiden had returned after a baffling nonappearance, sitting casually on a shoddy wood board seat as he ate up a sandwich. Once in a while I couldn't resist the opportunity to Marvel at his capacity to keep up with his hunger even in the midst of scenes of sheer bedlam like this.