Defensive Instincts

" Camilla, hear- please, just a minute," I said, hunkering beside the small hut where little Mira was trying to sleep. This abandoned storehouse on the outskirts of city- their new safe haven- felt far more like a temporary retreat than home. The cool night air strained in through broken windows, and the faint smell of damp concrete mingled with pressure heavy in the air.

Lawrence, we can not stay then ever," Camilla rumored from near the door, her aspect zipping nervously ...