"She laughed," Exile whispered to himself, his pupils dilating until his eyes were entirely black. "She laughed because she is safe. I will keep her laughing. I will kill the sun if it makes her squint."
Damien, walking beside him, rolled his eyes. "You're going to be a problem, aren't you?"
"I am the solution," Exile hissed back.
As sunset marked their first day of travel, orange groves yielded to open highway. The road to Bowral was long, dangerous, and many, but for the first time, the group felt like a singular, terrifying force.
Felicity leaned against Lucan's fur, gazing at the rising stars. Victor's presence behind her was a wall of ice and fire; the men's obsession around her wrapped her like a warm blanket.
"Victor?" she called out.
"Yes, little one?"
"When we get to Bowral... can we find a library? I want to read the cubs a story that isn't about zombies."
