Luce gasped as bright red blood trailed down his elbow,
but his face showed no sign that he was in pain. “That wasn’t
an earthquake. That was a seismic shift in time.”
“A what?” Luce asked.
“The first of many.” Daniel looked out the jagged
window, watching a white cumulus cloud roll across the
now-blue sky. “The closer Lucifer gets, the stronger
they’ll become.” He glanced at Cam, who nodded.
“Tick-tock, people,” Cam said. “Time’s running out.
We need to fly.”