Let them.
I grab her arm and pull her into the shadow of a narrow alley as headlights sweep past the far end of the street.
She jerks slightly at the contact.
Not fear.
Awareness.
Same as me.
I release her after a second longer than necessary.
“Eyes up,” I murmur.
“They’ve got at least two vehicles,” she says quietly, peering past the edge of the wall. “And drones.”
“I saw.”
“Of course you did.”
Another mutter.
“…Lord, give me patience…”
I glance at her.
“Something you want to say?”
“No.”
“Sounded like a prayer.”
“It was.”
“For what?”
She shoots me a look.
“Deliverance.”
I huff out a quiet breath.
Yeah. That sounds about right.
A low hum cuts through the night.
Drone.
Close.
“Inside,” I say.
I don’t wait for an argument.
I push open the nearest door and pull her in with me.
The building is dark. Dusty. Smells like old stone and salt rot.
