Chapter 9

• “No! It’s my fault, Illyra, and I can fix it. Listen. On Christmas Eve, I met a man who told me how...”
• But I didn’t wait to hear whatever cockamamy sob story someone might have fed my softhearted sister this time. No one was coming to save her, and I had to do it. I grabbed my black leather motorcycle jacket and headed for the door.
• “Illyra, wait! Don't do it! You don't have to do this for me. I could get you into trouble.” She cried but I ignored her.