The young woman bit her lip, a feeling of dread washing over her. Her mother had once connected the sensation to women's intuition, the spark of knowledge bestowed to a female who knew the face of a terrible end. Melissa did not know what to think, but the claim seemed about right.

She watched the empty space Renji had composed before turning to Daemon with an uncertain face. "Y-Yes," she said, legs shifting toward the direction. A part, at least, was glad they were close to a safe point, relieved they were almost home.

Almost.