Firestone Hot Springs the tidal wave breaks

Saoirse thinks she might cry. She thinks she might laugh until she blacks out. This whole situation is horribly, horrifically stupid, only made more so when he continues. There is so much bitterness in the air between them, and she can't believe this stroke of misfortune has led them to direct it toward each other.

Blacklight. The name is entirely unfamiliar, and though that wouldn't normally matter—her father was a warmonger, she could surely lay the blame of countless fallen packs at his feet—she cannot help her suspicion.

...Were they north of here? Because there is a chance. There is a chance she will at least die for an overdue apology, but something tells her this is all much dumber than that.