*Gabriel*
I stand with the map spread across the table, tracing my finger along the path inland, away from the city, the sea, and away from impending doom. The Blue Mountain foothills are remote, and high enough to be safe from the waves. I tap the spot with finality.
“That’s where you’ll go,” I say, lifting my eyes to Tomas, Isla, and Cyrus.
Tomas frowns. “You’re not coming with us?”
I shake my head. “No. Sabrina and I still have work to do here. We will help get people to shelter, help the wounded. The three of you have done enough. I won’t have you dying in a city we’re trying to save.”
Cyrus crosses his arms. “We ain’t likely to tuck tail and run.”
“No,” I say quietly. “You aren’t cowards. You’re heroes. Some people have fled the city thanks to you. You’ve saved lives. Now save y
