"Everything has its time, and everything dies." He had said that in the dreams with a hardness, with the certainty of someone who had watched so much death it had weighed on his shoulders for days.
And now, he was just as certain, it had not been Pete Tyler's time.
Carrying in their bags in silence, Liam worried about Rose. In the dreams, she had done what he had, and he'd called her an idiot. How could he explain it was different this time without sounding like the worst sort of ass?