BETWEENAs Victory stalked through the dark city, the impossible sank in. Her wild thought in the museum evolved into inescapable reality as long-forgotten memories stirred with every landmark she passed.
How would she find Toria in this mess? Nacostina in the time before the Last War was larger than any city on the New Continent in the future from which her daughter came.
She paused on a street corner a few blocks from where she remembered the Mercenary Guildhall and stared into the night sky. Unknown variables flitted through her mind. What year was it? Victory had never lived in Nacostina full-time, but for a span of years had passed through frequently. Was she in danger of running into her past self?
And how close in time was she to the bomb dropping? Though the winter air didn’t aff
