The knife was efficient; serrated on both sides. She liked the way it felt in her hand.
Don’t worry. I’m a Hunter. A Protector. I know what I’m doing.
I settle into the soggy grass beneath me; above her.
“What was that?” Beth whispered into the hollow dark.
It has been eight years since the interregnum began.
She straps down my arms at my sides. My hands would hang limp if I’d let them.