“Then keep moving, Father,” Gaia said.

“He does have a gun.”

“Do you think I fear a gun?”

You should, you arrogant . . . “No, but I do,” Caine said.

“Ah. I see. I can’t have you killed yet,” Gaia said.

Suddenly shots rang out. One, two, three, four, five, six.

Gaia laughed gleefully as the bullets buzzed by. “My leg is sufficiently healed. Stay down, Father, I still need your power. You can’t die just yet!”

She blurred away like Brianna.

Light, Chapter 21