Marcus moved Lia Cole at two thirty in the morning.
I know this because he texted me at two thirty-one with: — She's safe. Location secured. She's asking if there's food.
I texted back: Is she okay?
— Physically yes. Emotionally she's a Cole, which means she's handling it by being extremely composed in a way that is clearly costing her considerable effort. She's also funnier than Damien, for the record.
— She said "if my mother's people are looking for me tell them I've gone somewhere with better architecture." Direct quote.
I stared at this message in the dark of my bedroom at two thirty-one AM and felt, for the first time since Voss had moved the clock to seven days, something that was not exactly relief but was the shape of it.
Lia was safe. Lia was funny. Lia was somewhere with b
