“Are you sure this one is worth helping?” The first figure spoke over his shoulder to his companion.
The woman nodded. The movement caused her back hair to sway about her shoulders like dark silk. “I am. Not all of the Lost deserve what is intended for them.”
The first figure shrugged. “If you say so. I will not be the one standing for their judgement.”
The woman ignored him as they neared the car wreck. The car’s hood looked crimson in the moonlight. She reached out her hands, one palm facing one of the pair. “So shall it be.”