Any of Hunt’s “working theories” was always based on tons of research the brainiac did. Dude loved reading even more than I did.
Brady asked.
Griffin said softly, as if still struggling to believe it.
From beside me, I felt Brady shudder.
Layla agreed,
Brady said.
Layla asked.
I said.
Brady said on a bitter snort.
I said with another hard squeeze of Griffin’s hand.
He’s here. He’s real. He’s not going anywhere.
But that was willful denial, now wasn’t it? If Magnum and the lie-rents had proven anything, it was that they could take from us,whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and there was fuck all we could do to stop them in the end.
My friends were quiet for long enough for me to realize the ground’s cold was seeping into my bones.
I said.
Layla said.
Brady said.
Layla was already chuckling.
I snorted at their antics but continued.
Layla said, eloquent as always.
Just in case we all die again.
Hunt said.
Griffin asked.
I said.
Layla elaborated.
