32‘Moriah, no!’
Jedidiah wrestled Moriah back inside the house. He’d heard the glass door smash over the noise of the tumbler he’d finally figured out how to use and come running out in time to see all hell break loose in the bush below them.
Moriah was wild with anger and grief, and would have joined the conflagration in the bush if he hadn’t been there to stop her. Even now, she fought his locked embrace. The mewing sounds coming from her throat ripped him to shreds, but he wouldn’t let go, not when doing so meant losing her.
‘You’ll die alongside them if you go. Moriah, listen to me.’ He peppered her with calm and logic. ‘We’ll have another chance, a better chance.’ She kicked, gnashed at him with her teeth. ‘Please, Moriah. We can get revenge if we wait … just wait.’ He recognised t
