Chapter 8: Burning Bridges
Fox drifted awake in a haze of warmth and sighed. He didn’t want to move, not when it was so comfortable, wrapped in a tight cocoon of content. He felt a soft huff of breath on the back of his neck and frowned, eyes still clamped shut. Sleeping in the Cerebrum was a revelation.
Oh. There was an arm wrapped around him, and the solid form of a male body against his back. A sharp nose nuzzled the nape of his neck.
Fox remembered the events of the previous day and froze. Nothing he’d fearfully pondered over the last week could even come close to what had actually happened. All the reasons he’d imagined, all the things a government could do to someone to make them comply, and their traitor had betrayed them for money.
Seven had tried to comfort him. Seven didn’t e
