Sixty Seven.

Elsa

There are eight of us on the plane in total. Me, Zara, Rex and some other elite chosen ones.

Rex had kept conversations with me basic, not mentioning children again and making sure that I don’t see Zara and Oliver’s little boy. Instead of talking, he made sure I was getting all the training I needed.

Rex takes the seat next to me. He gives me a tight lipped smile. “Are you okay?”

Three days we had spent discussing this plan before Rex gave the go ahead. Three long days of him explaining every little detail to me because I still insisted that we didn’t need to go. Three days of me practising my control on shifting. Was I ready?

I nod, my fingers grip on to the armrest as we take off. I hated flying!

He places a hand on top of mine. “I’m right here.”

The seven of them talk. Going over the small details one final time while I sit in silence. Waiting for Finn to realise I was there.

I wouldn’t be taking the purple potion again. In a few hours, when it wears off, that will be it.

Rex