Colt’s Point Of View
The silence was almost as thick as the fog which rolled up to the hills on which we were. I was seeing without the blink of pursuit, hearing without the wink of warning, as had not been possible to me in days. I finally took a breath and did not feel like I knew that air a lifetime ago. The hand I held-which was Krystal and was soft-gave me something to hold on to- something to tell me that it was not about the war we had been fighting but it was also about us.
Tension had been unbreathable back there, but here, now, we had room--room to think, plan, prepare whatever was coming next.
I leant back against the wall of the cottage, closed my eyes a few minutes, and the burden of fatigue dropped on me. I was uncertain on how much time we had prior to Dominic taking act
