‘Actually,
we’ll be leaving too,’ I say. I look at Elle and Yates, the latter looking
around the sparse desert town with inquisitive eyes. They both nod regardless.
This isn’t our home.
‘We’re very grateful for everything you’ve done,’ Elle says. ‘But you
know when you don’t belong somewhere.’
‘But, the Abyss?’ Tarquin splutters.
‘I think we’re all strong enough to avoid it,’ Elle says. ‘We’ll stay
for Teague’s recital, but after that we’ll be finding a path out of here.’
Sandra appears. She touches Tarquin on the shoulder and they share a
look. She appears to be the only one who can calm him. I wonder, are they
together?
‘Of course it’s your decision to do as you
please,’ she says. ‘We here will always be glad to welcome you back.’
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