Olive’s breathing is slow and regular. It’s taken her b****y ages to fall asleep and Solma’s arm has gone numb where she’s been laying on it for the last hour. She pushes herself upright, careful not to make a noise. Pins and needles shoot up past her elbow. She bites back a yelp. She can’t wake Olive. Olive will only try to stop her.
She throws off her blankets and rolls them, quickly. She didn’t take her prosthesis off before she went to bed, and she didn’t get undressed either. She had no intention of sleeping.
With all the panic and injuries, it was impossible to set out after Warren yesterday. Bell was too injured to travel and some of the Whisperers were hurt last night, too. Cobra took a blow to the head from an unseen assailant, which left her dizzy all day, and Ana’s walking on
