Camilla’ POV

The night became a whirl of gray pandemonium as the heavy, choking smoke billowed about us. Mira's little body shook as I held her to my chest, my lungs burning. As we staggered ahead, Lawrence's arm supported me by pressing against my back. The structure was in ruins after the explosion, and the debris was pouring like lethal rain. Every step felt like a risk between catastrophe and survival.

"Keep going!" My ears began to ring, but Lawrence's voice broke through. I could hear ...