The last thing Phyllip needed was Kazimir's mouth at his table right now too ...
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Persephone lay peacefully unmoving across Samson's left arm and up onto the pillow. Her slow and steady breathing and her occasional hand movements betrayed the depth of her sleep resulting from the day's exhaustion.
Samson's hand idly rolled his fingers from her stomach, to side, down Persephone's side, to her hip and backup to her front again. Many hours had slipped into the past while his eyes stared sightlessly into the windowless black of the room.
The uneasy mind behind those eyes didn't even register when he blinked. The microsecond of black was no different from the pitch black of the room. 'How did they find us?' he thought. 'Sure it was a live interview this time but no one knew where we
