Brisa took a few deep breaths and listened to Bleddyn speak, her eyes closed. Finally, a voice of reason. Thank you, Bleddyn. She opened her eyes again at the sound of Sherri’s entry, a bit calmer. A rush of shame swept over her for her stupid reaction and for ever thinking the others would betray her, and she met Jessi’s eyes as her friend glanced around, giving her a little encouraging smile. Looking over at the substitute, her eyes narrowed as she watched him, anger beginning to replace her fear. How dare he threaten their loved ones? And Bleddyn was right, their lives were a terrible bargaining chip. Well, in the big picture, maybe, but imagine the pain River would feel if Lachlan or Finlay died. And how distraught Misty and Delilah would be at Zion’s murder. It would either break us down from within or add fuel to the fire. The rage our parents would feel at our deaths would burn the Pure to the ground. But how does the Pure have so many members and I’ve never heard of them before? They’re crawling out of the woodwork. She thought, searching her memory for any clues of the organization’s existence in her past. Maybe her evil math teacher? But she was absent today, so she was probably just a rude person. She jumped and stared when the teacher suddenly collapsed, watching Virio leave with surprise and a twinge of fear in her eyes.
Brisa paused her attempt to climb out the window (that’s what they’re all doing? Cause there’d be no room in the halls.) and glanced at Indigo. “When did you get here and how did you know that we needed help.” She asked, though it was more of a statement than a question. “And no, we can’t go to the Multitude base, we have to meet Jessi!” She exclaimed, pressing a button on her bracelet to call her hoverboard and glancing around, trying to count heads and see if everyone was there.