Kade had managed to find alcohol among the supplies in Michael's camp. He had not taken it without permission, of course. He asked first.
Selene allowed him to take some, but not too much. Others needed it as well.
He thanked her and walked toward a quieter corner of the camp and lowered himself onto a wooden crate near the outer perimeter and leaned back against a stack of supply boxes.
From there, he could see the campfire from a distance. The flames rose and fell in steady rhythm, sparks drifting upward into the dark sky.
The bottle of beer in his hand was not strong enough to drown his thoughts. But it would have to do.
He could not afford to get too drunk. Not in this world. When monsters roamed beyond the crystal barrier and danger could appear without warning at any time.
Ever since he learned that Ryan had betrayed them and attacked Myles, a weight had settled in his chest.
