Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO
The last few times Sterling went out on one of Coello’s stupid missions, he came back without anything I could use in my plan.
He always seems to disappointed in himself, worried that he’s let me down. The truth is that I was actually relieved. Every time he returned empty handed was another day that I didn’t have to put this awful plan in motion. Another day I could try to come up with something, anything, besides this.
But when he brings back the dirt, holding it triumphantly in his hand after turning out his pocket, I know my time is up.
“It’s perfect,” I say, trying to keep my voice light and my smile bright. He passes it over to me, and soon I have a handful of dry earth dust.
“What are you going to do with it?” Sterling asks me.
My heart breaks at the excitement in his voice. He really does trust me to get us both out of here.
“I’m going to try and cast a spell,” I lie.