“Pack your things, we’re leaving.” Kyle said sharply, his hands busy folding the few clothes he had gathered during their stay at Georgia’s house.

It had been two days since Lucy awoke, and those days had felt like years. Kain had barely spoken a word since regaining consciousness, and Georgia never left his side, peppering him with endless questions about how he had survived. Her fascination with him was beginning to look more like obsession.

George had departed almost immediately after the incident, called away by some urgency he didn’t care to share. He wasn’t certain if he would return, but Kyle had noted the way he looked at Kain...