She didn’t ask much more. The silence, full of heavy sedative Voice-rumbles, would be dragging at her arms and legs. She was already tired, and those big bright baby blues held exhausted shadows underneath. Hermann was as good as his word—a little over an hour after leaving Marquette they were slipping through layers of security at George Bush Intercontinental, no ID needed above a certain income bracket, thank you and goodnight. If Jack hadn’t guessed Dad was waiting and the Howler more than ready to get them off his pack’s patch, the white-glove wave-through would have made it glaringly clear.
It was a miracle Jack’s demie was still conscious; it pointed to a certain amount of raw willpower. Jack was sure she didn’t have his talent for cold analysis—usanaugh twins, rare as they were, ne
