Sasha sighed and rubbed her temples.
If the villain was alive, she'd have to find him before the world did. But moving now, while the streets still crawled with things that looked like failed biology experiments, was suicide.
"Maybe I should wait," she murmured. "Let the chaos cool down. Maybe a month. Or two. Yeah, let the monsters get bored first."
The thought of spending a month hiding in the wilderness with only Alvaro for company made her grimace.
"I'd rather fight the mosquito demons," she said flatly.
But deep down, she knew the truth—traveling while the chaos was still fresh was reckless, even by her standards.
The air was still thick with fallout, the sky a swirling bruise of smoke and lightning. Every direction she looked promised either fire or teeth.
Still, sitting still felt worse.
Waiting meant thinking. And thinking meant remembering how close she'd come to caring.
