“Just hold me,” she said, as the entire vehicle rocked and shook around us. “And don’t let go.”
And so I held her and didn’t let go; cradling her head in my hands as the raptors screamed and continued their assault—as the entire truck was lifted on one side only to crash back down, as she said almost softly, “We—we have a responsibility. I never told you. A purpose. Because ... we’re the last, and someone ... someone has to continue. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I squeezed her tighter even as the glass and canvas rained down. “Shhh, save your strength. They’ll give up and go away ... we just have to wait. Just—hang in there.”
More broken glass; more shredded canvas. I squeezed my eyes shut; I was no longer certain they wouldn’t get in.
“I want you to promise me, Sebastian. Promi
