“If we’re all to die out here—” “Seriously?” Livia cut in with a dead look. He dismissed her with a lazy smile. “I would simply like to know, if you got the chance, what would your famous last words be?” Faythe smiled too, thinking it a fun game to take her mind off the dark night and discovery of the possible ghoulish threats that could be lurking around them. Kyleer obliged. “Please, Gods above, make Izaiah mute in the next life.”
