An elderly woman across the aisle looked between them with shameless curiosity.

Damon stopped beside the row. “May I sit?”

“The seat is taken.”

The elderly woman removed her purse from the empty aisle seat. “It is not,” she announced. “And I have a feeling this conversation is better than the movie.”

Cassandra closed her eyes. Damon sat.

Chapter 3 — June Fifteenth

Luke studied his expensive watch. “Does that tell superhero time?”