Javier Sinclair placed his hand on her head, holding it still. "With me here," he said, "I could pull you back even if you met your maker."
"That was a pretty lame joke."
Celeste Grant moved her head a little, then reached out, grabbed his hand, and draped his arm over her own shoulder.
She looked up at the sky.
Here in Bloodfiend City, the Array covering the sky made the moon appear blood-red whenever it was out. When there was no moon, the sky itself was just a crimson expanse.
"There's no moon tonight… Just the blood-red sky. And the wind's picking up. Looks like it's going to rain."
Javier Sinclair glanced up and said nonchalantly, "It already is."
The moment he finished speaking, sparse raindrops began to fall.
"It really is raining."
Seeing the rain, Celeste Grant held out her hand, and an oil-paper umbrella painted with a landscape appeared in it. She tried to hold it over him, but he was so tall that she had to stretch her arm up just to stand beside him.
