Cain
I raced up the tower, the families safeguarded within the Lunar Heights. I got up onto the roof and froze dead in my tracks. I had to hold my chest to tame my heart. The roaring in my head was my mind running through every hair-raising scenario.
The Deltas were in the tower attending to the gammas and civilians. So there was no one there but us. There should have been no one but us.
But when I rounded the satellite dish, all I saw was a hole in the metal hollow circle. The place where she had been had been melted by the sheer amount of heat that her absorbing the Bloodmoon's rays had generated.
The odor of charred flesh hit me in the face like a punch, leaving me reeling from the impact. I knew her scent even when it was burnt. I doubled over gagging. Still, through the tears forced out of my eyes, I kept my sights on the now-empty dish.
She was gone.
But there was no body—even a burnt one, or a glowing one. There was just nothing.
