A few hours later, in the early light of dawn, Victor and I lurch back into the cottage. I consider the calm peace of this space, which is so close to Victor’s house but now feels like a separate world. It’s almost bizarrely quiet here after such commotion all morning.
Victor and I stayed through it all – stayed to watch the firetrucks put out every ember, stayed to ensure that Rafe, Bridgette, and Burton all got into cars and were taken safely to a nearby motel. We stayed to ensure that all of the Betas were safe and those deemed non-essential – now that there was no house to guard – were transported back to the training facility.
I certainly stayed to ensure that Victor apologized profusely to the poor Beta he had punched – just a kid, really, on one of his first assignments. The boy
