Chapter 30: ReconciliationI STRAIGHTEN MY shoulders and watch Cass and Ange. The way they can communicate comfort and assurance and acceptance and determination just through touch is astonishing. Ravel’s body only speaks a language of control, always broadcasting, but never receiving.
I’m finally ready to go.
“Hurry.” Ange smiles, but the edges of her mouth are tight. “We’ll see you when we can.”
“We’ll see you soon,” Cass corrects. “You’re gonna be fine. Trust me.”
I’d like to. I like the rough, warm way they talk to me and to each other. I like their casual touch, so unlike Refuge reserve and Freedom heat alike.
I slip out into the maelstrom of Freedom carefully, keeping my gaze low to avoid eye contact. I watch out of the corners of my eyes for Ravel, enforcers, or anyone else shov
