They emerged from the bunker into the grey London dawn. One by one, the cluster arrived. Lito flew in from Mexico, Hernando and Daniela in tow. Kala arrived from Mumbai, her wedding ring now worn on a chain around her neck. Capheus came from Nairobi, his smile brighter than the sun breaking through the clouds.
“To love,” Wolfgang said, his eyes on Kala.
It was too much. Whispers staggered, clutching his head. He wasn’t just a hunter anymore; he was a prisoner of eight hearts beating as one.
As the stars came out over the ocean, Will raised a glass. “To being seen.”
They emerged from the bunker into the grey London dawn. One by one, the cluster arrived. Lito flew in from Mexico, Hernando and Daniela in tow. Kala arrived from Mumbai, her wedding ring now worn on a chain around her neck. Capheus came from Nairobi, his smile brighter than the sun breaking through the clouds.
“To love,” Wolfgang said, his eyes on Kala.
It was too much. Whispers staggered, clutching his head. He wasn’t just a hunter anymore; he was a prisoner of eight hearts beating as one.
As the stars came out over the ocean, Will raised a glass. “To being seen.”