Age of Aquarius

Sionnach

We left the safe house before sunrise, driving away from the cabin in a small, generic rental car that Seth had managed to obtain for us. After the doomed trip into San Francisco to retrieve Julia, Cathryn had decided that the vehicle they’d used that night was too easily recognized by the Hive.
We were all quiet as Lucas steered us through the early-morning hours; I assumed that each of us was preoccupied with the good-byes that had just happened and with the task that lay ahead. Not to mention, of course . . . time travel. The idea of it was downright trippy, but it was easier and less painful to focus on that than it was to think about how hard it had been to leave Daeglan.
I’d never expected to care about anyone enough to experience a difficult parting. As much as I’d loved Lou, my foster father, and Rosa, his wife, leaving them hadn’t ever been a hardship, because that wasn’t how we rolled. I was stubbornly independent, and I’d started working as a private detective slash fox for hire when I was only eighteen. I knew Lou and Rosa were my home, and that they would be there for me. Even now, I was secure in the knowledge that although Lou had just died, Rosa was still in our New Orleans home, where she’d welcome me back whenever I got there.