The most traumatic moment of her life was watching him die and holding him while he breathed his last, and he was alive. Quinn swung her arm and slugged him in the chest. “You couldn’t have told me earlier?” He grunted obligingly and bent over. “It was not the right time.” She sat up, wincing at the blood covering her neckline and cleavage. “Where are we, and can I get a change of clothing? This is a little…bloody, for me.” “We are in an inter-dimensional space called Home. You are a candidate to become a Sentinel of Time.” She looked at him with her head cocked. “Are you insane?” “No. This is where I was taken and where the repairs to my body were enacted. The Avatar of the Orb woke me, and I have been acting as an agent of the Orb for the last four years.” Quinn frowned. “It has only been two.” “For you, but here, we are outside of time. I have been on dozens of assignments to watch pivotal moments in history on worlds I didn’t know existed.” He offered his hand.
