His gaze caressed my face, and then he stroked my cheek with the back of his thumb. “I can handle it if it gets this shit out of me. Trust me. I’ll be fine. I’ll find you once this is over.” He smiled reassuringly. “Tell Thomas I love him.”
I opened my mouth to tell him what had happened to Thomas but snapped it closed and nodded instead. He didn’t need the stress right now. He had enough to contend with.
Pushing up on my toes, I pressed my face between the bars and brushed his cheek with my lips. “I love you, big guy. See you soon.”
I blinked back the heat in my eyes. I would not cry.
“Love you too, Justice,” Harmon said softly. “Now get the fuck out of here.”
Boot falls echoed off stone walls.
Someone was coming up the corridor on the other side of the door where they housed the machine.
“Justice. We need to jet. Now.” Devon gripped my elbow.
With a final lingering look at Harmon’s face, I allowed Devon to tug me away.
There was nothing I could do for Harmon now. But I could make sure the troop knew the truth. I could make sure that we were extra vigilant in the mist because it was obvious that the fomorians had a bigger plan, and my gut told me that it wouldn’t be long before they put it into motion.