Chapter 50: Our Territory

Grant’s perspective:

TWO WEEKS LATER

The crank-crank-crank of cold steel vibrating in my palm ticks just loud enough to subtly disrupt the largo baroque swimming around the hangar. A little alone time in which I can keep my mind and hands occupied has always been the best form of therapy. I love the soothing wave of good music mixed with the smell of oil and grease. That mingled with the more satisfying combination of solitude and the natural feel of a tool in my hand is the only escape I ever had before fate granted me the gift of my Yuki’s arms. But the recent revelations about Bram and my new visionary abilities have made for many restless nights that have left me needing more therapeutic alone time than usual and have, I am sad to say, more often than not left me seeking the touch of cold steel and neglecting the curing touch of fate’s gift.