Date = 12 November
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)
POV - Damion
They’re both sleeping. We carry them out. They barely stir.
The night air is colder now. It smells like asphalt and ocean salt drifting in from the bay.
We load them into the back of my truck, carefully. Kiara mutters something about cats overthrowing humanity. Mel curls instinctively toward the warmth.
I call my dad as I start the engine. “Can you come to my place? The girls were drugged.”
A pause.
“I’m on my way,” he says. No questions.
I pull into a 24/7 store parking lot a few minutes later. For supplies. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead like angry insects.
“I’ll stay here,” Axel says, leaning against the truck, arms crossed. Protective. Guarding.
“You need anything?”
He shakes his head. “Maybe food,” he ad
