"I see you, Jordan," I whispered... "I see you." The Next Sacrifice? Sacrifices are necessary. And sometimes innocents have to suffer for the greater good. I’d always told myself that. Believed it, too. Until I collided with her. She’s plain, curvy, probably easily overlooked by most. Still, I sense a strength in her, a fire, a kindred spirit that draws me. But she’s asking questions, questions that I can’t answer, questions that very powerful people don’t want asked. And if I can’t convince her to stop, she might be my next sacrifice.