"Where were you all this time?"
Molly's question came the instant Maribel and I stepped through the barricade entrance. Her arms were crossed, her expression a mixture of concern and suspicion as she blocked our path. Behind her, Marlon, Rico, and several others had gathered, forming what looked uncomfortably like an interrogation committee waiting at the gates.
"Hunting the Hybrid," Maribel answered without hesitation.
The assembled group exchanged glances, their expressions making it abundantly clear they weren't buying the simple explanation. Marlon's eyes narrowed slightly.
"For what, two hours?" Rico asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.
"Two hours?" I repeated, genuinely startled by the number.
