Permac’s hands slipped from around her wrists to clasp her hands. She returned the embrace, clawed fingers entwined in clawed fingers. He felt a warmth from her, an odd openness, maybe affection. He leaned down toward her. His lips lightly brushed hers. He saw a flash reflected in her eyes just moments before the booming crash from a lightning strike made them jerk in opposite directions, banging their foreheads together.
“Storm!” she called suddenly.
Most of the buildings provided no protection from the sudden downpour. Linsora and Permac joined the rush of bodies running toward the one large building with a roof. As far as they could tell, the security systems had been dismantled. Still, no one ventured inside unless it was absolutely necessary. In the dark interior, the chest high lights from people’s jackets made everyone look short and headless. Middle of the night grumbling accompanied curses over stubbed toes as people kicked away the rubble that sometimes proved to be solidly connected to the floor.
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