Tracey finally emerged from the shadows with Derrin’s gun. Without missing a beat, she eliminated the Tenebris. It only took her a few seconds to aim and shoot.
Jioni regained herself and raced toward Tracey. She hugged her and demonstrated all her built-up incompetence with this gesture.
The woman was stiff, unwelcoming, and cold. And though Jioni knew she was safe, her conscious read trouble.
Tracey didn’t hug back. Instead, she measly rested her hand on Jioni. She pocked the gun and held the remote.
The thick clouds sped up. The air smelled burnt again.
