Rem's POV
Kneeling in the deep shadows, Rem stared across the road, hidden from the gathering Hunters. It had taken several hours for them to muster together after the attack on their building. Rem was impatient, fighting the urge to swear and pace. The Hunters had gathered quietly in front of Isaiah's mansion, more than Rem had ever seen in one place before, and now they seemed to be content to continue waiting.
Rem heard the flutter of wings, and moments later, the crunch of a shoe on concrete. They turned, still keeping an eye on the Hunters, to greet Grandfather as he joined them.
"Did everyone get away safely?" they asked, keeping their voice barely at a whisper's level.
"All safe," Grandfather replied just as quietly. "You did good, kid."
Rem bit back a sigh of relief and simply
