Duke remembered the rocks hurtling across the sky. The panic and sirens as he and Audrey and Nathan met up to try to figure out what they could do about it. Calling Arla and telling her he was tired of living in a disaster movie. It was a ploy, sure, to lure her into the open so he could double cross her, but it was fucking true, too.

Every day in Haven was a new threat. And Nathan and Audrey both had too much of a martyr complex to ever consider just running.

He swallowed, tried to play it off with a little smile. "I, uh. Guess I do that a lot, huh. Try to compare us. Our messed up lives."