Moonbound
The estate stretched behind them like a sleeping beast, silver clouds drifting over its spires.
For a moment, none of them spoke. The moon hung low, heavy, almost close enough to touch.
Evelyn turned to Lucien. “What happens now?”
He looked up at the sky. “Now?”
“Now that the truth is out.”
His eyes caught the moonlight, silver and burning. “Now we find out if we’re the first to survive it.”
Behind them, deep in the house, a voice whispered through the broken comms system—static laced with words that weren’t supposed to exist anymore: