TITLE: Ice Blue, Poison Green
GENRE: YA paranormal
It ends today, I tell myself, gazing over the carpet of trees stretching to the horizon. My fingers brush the crimson pendant at my throat in promise. No more killing. No more hiding. No more running.
Today's the day--the day the war with the Ferraras ends.
"Zola, are you ready?" The speaker bows, his new tuxedo crackling through the starch. After gently folding my cloak, I accept his proffered forearm.
He squeezes my hand. "You don't have to do this, Zee. We'll fight them. I'll help you fight them. You're going to be a great leader."
"Great leaders don't lead their men into battle for nothing."
He stops and twirls me around, gently wrapping his hands around my waist. "Great leaders don't do things just because they've never been tried before."
"He's our only chance, Connor! If I don't accept this...We're weaker than
we've ever been."
"So are they."
With a gloved hand, I brush his cheek. "Are you with me?"
He covers my hand with his, completely obscuring any hint of yellow silk. "Whatever you choose."