Greg still thought it was kind of weird to know his college-age ex's number, but he'd put it in his phone in case after she'd showed up in his version of Vegas a couple years ago.
It turned out to be a good choice, but not for the reasons he'd thought. It had been the middle of the night when he'd seen it starting. Catherine had been gone for weeks and no one even knew who she was, and the Excalibur had been replaced by an empty lot. But it was while he was crouched over a pair of malnourished teenage girls with blunt force trauma to their heads outside the MGM when he saw it. Nick was snapping pictures, and Greg had just looked up from speculating about the weapon.
"Nick, look," he breathed quietly, smacking the other man on the arm. A cloud of -- black, but that wasn't accurate. It was deeper than black, more than smog or smoke. It was a void, hurtling toward them
( ... )
It turned out to be a good choice, but not for the reasons he'd thought. It had been the middle of the night when he'd seen it starting. Catherine had been gone for weeks and no one even knew who she was, and the Excalibur had been replaced by an empty lot. But it was while he was crouched over a pair of malnourished teenage girls with blunt force trauma to their heads outside the MGM when he saw it. Nick was snapping pictures, and Greg had just looked up from speculating about the weapon.
"Nick, look," he breathed quietly, smacking the other man on the arm. A cloud of -- black, but that wasn't accurate. It was deeper than black, more than smog or smoke. It was a void, hurtling toward them ( ... )
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