Chapter Thirty-One
The daylight faded from the c***k in the curtain. Nola had been staring at the tiny sliver of light for hours. Every time she fell asleep for a few minutes, a noise would wake her, and she would lay frozen, convinced the Outer Guard had found them.
T lay in the bed next to Nola, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach.
Beauford was sprawled out on the gold couch at the foot of the bed, breathing slowly and steadily as though fear were a thing he couldn’t understand.
Nola pinched her eyes shut, knowing Nettie or Raina would be coming for them soon. They would be back on the streets, walking far at best, fighting for their lives at worst. She needed sleep. Even the few minutes she had left would be valuable. But she couldn’t manage it.
Her mother would be in
