Reyna's long curly dark hair cascades over her shoulder and the summer winds blew her hair out the SUV window. Reyna stared intently at the road ahead of her. Reyna ignored the sloshing of Dakota's Kool-Aid, the barking of Octavian's war tactics and the thoughts in her mind of whether or not she would be able to fight Jason.

Reyna signed and ran her fingers through her hair. She huffed out a breath and thought about when life was simpler. She thought about Puerto Rico and her dad. She thought about when she was a regular girl with a regular life.