Brink: After the Plague

I THOUGHT GETTING MARRIED would solve at least a few of my problems. Not all of them. I'm not delusional. But after a plague, a kidnapping, multiple murderers, fires, betrayals, and a truly alarming number of near-death experiences, I figured Yorke and I had earned a little peace.

APPARENTLY NOT. President Hope has decided our future would be better spent serving hers. Now we're being dragged into a conflict that isn't ours, surrounded by strangers I don't trust, trapped in a brand new prison, facing a new enemy preparing for war.

OUR WORST NIGHTMARES refuse to stay in our dreams, our monsters refuse to stay dead, and we face old wounds that refuse to heal no matter how hard we try to build something new on top of them.

THE WORST PART? There's a tiny, defenseless baby growing inside me-which would be wonderful if the world wasn't falling apart. I'm beginning to realize that survival and goodness aren't always the same thing.

MAYBE I NEED to become a monster to keep us all safe. Because when war comes to Thornewood, neutrality stops being an option. And when old enemies come looking for blood, love may not be enough to save us.