Lana sat back on her pillows, absently staring out the window. It had been a long two days of talks with Aria and her pack. Tony shifted next to her, slinging an arm around waist absently.
“Can’t sleep?” he murmured, enjoying the feel of Lana’s fingers when she brought them to absently swirl patterns in his hair.
Lana shook her head.
“It’s just so messed up you know…what’s going on with those poor girls.”
Tony moved closer to her, letting his head come rest next to her abdomen.
“It’s really sickening to find out that something like this has been going on,” Tony agreed, his voice more awake now. “But that’s why you need to take care of yourself. You aren’t helping anyone by not sleeping and becoming a zombie. We’re going to help them, but we need to be on top of our game to do that.
