Chapter 198 End Of An Era

• Grace
• Consciousness bled back slowly, like dawn filtering through the dense canopy of a forest. Sounds, muted and blurry at first, sharpened into the rhythmic whir of helicopter blades and the sharp barks of Enforcers. My vision, blurred by sleep and a grogginess I couldn’t explain, gradually focused on the scene before me.
• Charles was sitting nearby, silhouetted by the coming dawn, looking at a tablet, his jaw clenched tight. A small, warm body was pressed against my bare chest. I looked down, and so much tension I hadn’t realized was still there bled out of me.