"...I don't want to make the choice that I would regret the rest of my life again. And now, I say, I am not letting go, and I never will." Chase's eyes widens and he sighs. His arm has slipped and I am now clutching his wrist. I know my super durability cannot hold on any longer. I can barely keep my eyes open. My chest is heaving, my vision is blurry. I don't even dare look up at the scorpions. And then there it is again, the hair-raising shook. The branch swings hard and the sweat only slips my hand more on the branch. Chase grits and I see the determination in his eyes. "I'm sorry." his hazy voice echoes in my ears. He touches his temple with two fingers. "Connect to Bree."