" Dante…” I swallowed back the fear in my throat. “What’s going on?” “War,” he whispered. “America’s at war!” I screamed. “Oh my gosh, do we even have a bomb shelter?” I started running around in circles, I needed to grab a book or something, or my notes. Crap! I needed my letters! “Val!” Dante yelled. “I "

― Rachel Van Dyken , Empire (Eagle Elite, #7)