From the moment Parker stepped out of the palace, Pandora had been following him like a celestial shadow with a crush—except the shadow was loud, sparkly, and emotionally unstable.
Sarah, dragged along by the unrelenting force that was Pandora, had lost track of how many cities they'd hovered over. Manhattan. Back to the palace and then here. She wasn't sure if they were flying or orbiting anymore. What she was sure of was that Pandora's obsession had hit metaphysical levels.
At first, Sarah thought the cosmic being was doing reconnaissance. Strategy. Planning. You know—divine warlord things. But no. Turns out, she was just watching Parker breathe.
Watching him... breathe!
