The sky bled orange and gold across the ruins of the town as Exile carried Felicity through the broken street, her small body tucked against his massive chest like something precious and stolen. She could feel the steady thud of his heart beneath her palm, a drumbeat that had kept time with her own since they'd left the clinic.
They rounded the corner of a collapsed office building, and there they were, her husbands, her pack, her everything, spread across the cracked pavement of what might have once been a parking lot.
Victor stood tallest among them, his silver hair catching the dying light like polished metal, those red eyes lifting the moment she came into view.
