Nia’s Pov
“We won’t be able to move all of them tonight,” she said, glancing toward the line of vans parked unevenly near the border. The headlights flickered in the darkness, casting long streaks of light over the wounded. “It’ll be safer to continue moving them in the morning. If those idiots decide to attack again, we’ll be sitting ducks out here.”
She hesitated before adding, in a lower voice, “Plus, there’s one family who’s refusing to leave.”
Rowan’s head snapped toward her, his tone dropping to something darker. “Refusing to leave?” His jaw clenched. “Do they have a death sentence?”
Clara exhaled, wiping her hands on her trousers. “They probably do,” she muttered. “I tried to reason with them, but they won’t listen to me. They said they were born here, they’ll die here, all that
