Forty-Three
ContactNoah rubbed my back. “Did you get any sleep?”
For the last hour, I watched dawn arrive while focusing on every sound my ears picked out in the early morning hours. Anything that diverted my attention from the nightmares in my head was a blessing. “Some.”
“Liar.”
“Did you?” Even in the dim light, I saw the red in Noah's eyes.
He turned away and stirred the coals from last night's fire and added tinder. The dry grass ignited and Noah threw on several broken branches. “A little.”
“Liar.” I lifted a sleepy cat from her carrier and attached the wire cord to her harness. Lilly arched her back, yawned, and then sauntered off into the long grass. I pulled my knees up to my chest and watched the small flames devour the grass and twigs. Noah placed a few more sticks on the
