LEONE
Two months later
As I signed off on the last shipment confirmation, my mind is already drifting to Fallon. The thought of her, spread out for me, obedient after weeks of resistance, has my body tightening with anticipation. She seems to be adjusting a lot better. Rarely is she fighting us now, as if she has come to realize there is no escaping us, or maybe she is biding her time and playing us damn well. The radio crackles at my side and I answer, knowing it will be Milo. He’s been hounding me all morning, wanting to go back home to her.
“What is it, Milo?” I state, “We’re heading home, so don’t ask again.”
“Thank f**k,” Milo’s voice grates through static. “I’ve been waiting all morning.”
I sigh. “I’ll be down in a minute,” I reply. My impatience mirrors his – Fallon has become
