CHAPTER 92 GIGI
GIGI
Being woken up by a phone call in the dead of the night was very rarely a good thing. With Savannah still asleep beside her, Gigi braced herself as she answered. “What happened?”
“You need to turn on the news,” Knox said softly. Knox Landry was not soft. He wasn’t gentle.
“The news?” Gigi barely managed to form the words. “What is this, nineteen eighty-seven? What do you mean turn on the news?” There was bad, and then there was… bad.
Really bad.
Turn-on-the-news bad.
Gigi’s chest tried its best to strangle her heart, but she persevered. “Just say it, Knox. Whatever it is, just say it.”
Knox’s next breath was audible. “I can’t.”
The story was everywhere. The footage was everywhere—on television, online. They were calling it a natural disaster.
Cliffs collapsing.
A castle, crumbling.
Eight thousand tons of stone, tumbling down.
Smoke and rubble.
Rubble and smoke.
And sometimes, when the world was ending, the only thing you got to decide was who to spend the apocalypse with.
“Don’t hang up,” Gigi told Knox, and then she went to wake her sister. “Savannah?”