Tragos jerked his head in a nod, though his eyes didn’t meet Ander’s. Ander kept looking at him for a long moment, then cast his eyes back at Marcie, said “Hm” and took a seat up front on the aisle.
Tragos wanted to turn to Marcie and say something. What, though? There were no words of comfort, here. They stood in the eye of the storm, there was absolutely nothing they could do to stop what was coming.
It was the longest, most gruelling half an hour of Tragos’ life.