Chapter 332 Proserpina Regains Consciosuness

• The woman kneeling beside the bushes, hidden by the darkness that had spread like a cloak across the landscape, sensed them before she saw them.
• A faint tremor threaded through the ground, so subtle it would pass for imagination if she had not learned long ago, from years of experience as a seasoned operative, to trust it. Her fingers paused on the gun slung across her shoulder; not tightening, not relaxing, just noting. Wriggling forward to get into a more comfortable position, she tilted her head a fraction, letting the helmet’s padding press differently against her ear.
• Now the rumble of engines was evident. Still distant.