I gaped at Gabriel as he looked around at the gathered people, clearly nervous, but holding his place as he waited for me to respond. I drew a breath while the leader of the remains of her race stumbled and fell with a wail of despair.

"Gabriel." I skirted the others who shuffled forward toward the now empty car, coming to my son's side. My hands gripped his upper arms a little tighter than I intended and I shook him, ever so softly. "What are ...