Page 125 of The Last Morgan

Byron gave a faint, tired smile. “I am. And you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

He stepped closer, and there was something in his expression — not pity, not fear, but recognition. “Now I can tell you my story.”

He pulled her in gently, their connection silent but undeniable.

Behind them, Corey, Barnaby, and Damian exchanged looks that ranged from baffled to mildly alarmed. The silence stretched.

“I want violet eyes,” Barnaby added, with mock indignation. “Or at least a glowing arm. Something.”

The group laughed, tension cracking just enough to let in a flicker of levity — like a lightning storm breaking over a dry plain.

But Lucy’s smile slowly faded as she turned back to Byron. “Are we the only ones?”

Byron shook his head. “There are others. Scattered. Hiding. But I had to find you first. Without you, the rest of us are too weak.”

A hush settled. Even the air seemed to still.

Corey stepped forward, his usual sarcasm edged with something harder. “So… what’s the plan?”

“We find them. We bring them in. And then…” Byron glanced toward the horizon, his voice low and steady.

“We fight.”

In the silence that followed, Lucy felt it — like the earth itself was warning her.

Something was coming.

Something that already knew she was awake.

And with that, Book One has come to an end — not with an ending —

but with a beginning.

"I want to thank Davina for listening to the odd chapter here and there — without your support, I might never have made it through the final edits. #grateful"