The rain, as it turned out, was just normal summer weather. By the time they rolled into the area surrounding Hope’s house, the downpour transformed into a drizzle, alternating with a fine mist. The sky kept its dark ceiling, however, and another torrent could come at any time.
After a long embrace, Dakota reluctantly released Kenna. “I love you. Be careful, okay?”
She may have been ready for war, but in the moments following their arrival, he didn’t want to let her go. And not just because she would be in danger. If he died, even if she escaped, what would she do? Live with Adelaide and Katya—people who, at best, saw her as a potential soldier? A replaceable fighter? And not a child, too young for this life! Not the sweet, respectful teenager who deserved a calm and normal existence awa
