“Stop!”
Celeste threw herself in front of Damien. The guard’s gun was inches from her face.
“Move aside,” her mother said.
“No.”
“Celeste. This doesn’t concern you.”
“He’s about to die. That concerns me.”
Her mother’s face changed into bloodless ice. “He’s a liability. He knows too much.”
“So do I. You are going to kill me too?”
The guards shifted. Nervous.
Her mom stared at her for a long time. Then she waved one hand. “Excellent. Lock him up.”
They dragged Damien away. He didn’t fight. He simply looked at Celeste, like he changed into saying good-bye.
“Come with me,” her mom stated.
They walked through the ruined factory. Rylan lay trapped under rubble. He became alive however.
“Help me,” he gasped.
Her mother didn’t slow down. She didn’t take a look at him.
A black automo
