“Oh, to hell with it,” she heard Miles mutter. “If there’s a chance we’re all going to die—” He crossed the street in long, purposeful strides, passing Castor without acknowledging him. The new god looked back as he came toward Lore, apparently just as confused as her. Van had his back to them and was rooting through his bag, searching for something. Miles stopped behind him and reached up to tap his shoulder. As he turned, Van’s brows rose at the sight of Miles and a small, expectant smile lit his face at something Miles said. There was a beat of utter stillness, then Van took Miles’s face
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