"Love you," George eventually said, retracting himself and stepping back. "All three of you."
Anita only had the time to nod at George before he performed the same gesture at his security detail's leader. The latter understood the assignment, shouting orders to bring Anita, Michael, and all the other soldiers to the whooshing ships.
George kept his eyes on Anita and their son until they entered the ship before turning to look at the horizon again. At times, he hated being right, and that was one of those instances. The black cloud was already upon the city wall, seemingly ready to crash over it like a tsunami of darkness.
The time to leave the safety of the terrace had arrived. If anything, George was already late, but his heightened senses ended up delaying him even further when they updated him about a familiar presence behind him.
