Be Excited

POV: Echo

Waiting for a hit that never comes, a shudder runs through me as I’m filled with a different apprehension altogether when the hall becomes deathly quiet instead. Mind whirling, I lower my head, slowly opening my eyes to watch my hands fidget in my lap. I can just see Atlas, Travis, and James through my lashes.

Travis was pale and staring at me with a pained expression, his hand still hanging in the air. James wore a look of concern and grim acceptance, which piqued my interest a bit. I was far too scared to inquire about it at that moment, though. Next, I peeked at Atlas, and he was slowly looking between me and Travis with a thoughtful expression. When no one says anything after a moment, I slowly raise my head just enough that I can glance around the room to see why it’s so quiet.

Taking a couple of deep breaths to prepare myself before raising my eyes to peek at the warriors sitting at the other table, I find the courage to look. The warriors who saw Red Stone, who witn