Seventeen
Grace had fallen asleep in Heron’s warmth, his arms wrapped around her. She woke to their door flying open with such force it hit the opposite wall and bounced.
Geraldine’s strong arm pinned it in place. “Up and at ’em. You’ll miss your train.”
For a terrible moment, Grace thought she meant the Midnight Train and that Geraldine had somehow learned the truth about Grace and was kicking them out.
“What’s happened?” Heron was on his feet.
“Raiders,” she said. “No doubt they saw you come in with that pretty auto of yours. If you want to keep it in one piece, you better get moving.”
Heron’s eyes flashed blue, revealing his lenscape activation. “It’s charged at seventy percent. That should be enough to get us to Bellefield. Ah, I see them.”
“You have cameras on your auto?” Geral
