Chapter 269 Lisa: The Farmhouse

LISA

The entire world shakes and shudders, and I wake with a jolt. "Earthquake!"

"We landed, you idiot." Elverly scowls at me. "Next time, don't use me as a pillow."

"Don't take her vitriol seriously, Lisa. She's the one who covered you with a blanket." The Grand Sage nods toward me, and I glance down, surprised to see a flannel fabric about as large as a baby's blanket.

She yanks it off me with a huff, folding it and tucking it under her arm, where it disappears.

I blink.

"Where did it go?"

"Dimensional storage," The Grand Sage tells me, pushing different buttons. The vibration of the room ceases. "Stay here. I'm going to check on matters, and the cloaking device isn't enough to cover everyone outside."

A hatch above us creaks open, letting in a sliver of light that makes me squint. I hold my breath, not daring to move as the Grand Sage maneuvers his way between Elverly and me. His robes brush against my arm, and I catch a whiff of something herbal—sage, maybe?

Funny. Sage for sages.

As he climbs, I can't help but stare at the rungs he's using. Were those there before? I wrack my brain, trying to remember if I'd noticed them during our journey, but come up blank. It's possible they were there all along, hidden in the shadows of this cramped space.

But it's more probable that they popped out of the wall when he was pressing one of those many buttons.

strain my ears, trying to catch any sound from above. The silence remains unbroken, broken only by my own shallow breathing and

I whisper, but Elverly cuts

quiet.

long has it been since the Grand Sage left?

snaps

blink against the sudden influx of

words are grim. "You can

hesitantly, my muscles protesting after being cramped for

the wall, as if they've always been a part of it. Another

like an old barn, dusty sunlight filtering through

the hell did we magically land

know the

"safe room" sits in the middle of the floor, looking for all the world like an oversized metal egg with a flat top. If I hadn't just climbed out of it, I'd never believe it could

we?" I ask, unable to contain my

Grand Sage turns with a faint frown. "We did not go far. About two hours' drive from the heart of the

Glancing around, I ask,

It certainly seems quiet.

bracelet onto it. Elverly gets the same treatment. "This is in case we are parted. If anything happens, come here and press the green button on your bracelet. It's programmed

That seems terrible. I can't imagine

Use a pseudonym, if you must." His nose wrinkles. "This place doesn't smell right. Be on your

* * *

as we exit the barn. My eyes dart around, taking in the vast expanse of farmland stretching out before us. Horses and cows graze peacefully in nearby paddocks, oblivious to our status as refugees. A cluster of beat-up trucks sits in

but share her sentiment. This

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