Eye of the Storm

Havermouth, Present Time

The warehouse Jules had chosen for their new accommodation was more modern that Leighton’s, and the offices at the top of the stairs were cleaner. If they’d had power, they would have also had heating and air conditioning, Rhett noted as he carried the office chair out and down the stairs, following Talen and Heath who carried the office desk and a filing cabinet as if they weighed nothing.

They took them down to the main factory floor, where Harry and Jules had placed other furniture that they had cleaned out of the other office upstairs and had piled the supplies that they had claimed from the communal pile in Leighton’s warehouse.

“We should… talk,” Rhett said as Heath and Talen turned to leave, blocking their way. “About this,” he gestured to Heath. “And what this means for us.”

Heath’s shoulders stiffened and he turned to walk over to the window, the golden sunlight falling down and lighting his hair. He looked awfully like an angel for someone who had to