Rhiannon's POV

Rhiannon's mind was spinning. The relief and anger at spotting John hiding in the little convenience store section of the outpost. The fury of listening to him try to reason that they shouldn't be together. The relief when he had taken her into his arms and carried her inside.

John sat her on the kitchen counter. He turned to dig something out of the fridge.

Panting, Rhiannon looked around the house, or what she could see of it from her perch. There was a ...