On her knees on the cave floor, Surzl lurched forward, her eyes finding the spot where Mags lay unmoving in her bedroll against the far wall. Still. Mags was far too still.
“Austin,” Hank said. “Rural enough to pull in the yokels, urban enough to have a large population. This is your city.”
But I don’t blackout. Or I realize, finally, that this is all Holly and Ivy’s doing. These are not dreams where they meet me. It’s someplace else. Not a place in my mind or theirs, but someplace else.