14
RESCUE
Well, that was… interesting.
Smudge was on his way back from escorting Pasha to Ves’s place. Syrina hadn’t felt like this since Triglav. Even then, well, she couldn’t have done that with an owl. For the first time since Triglav’s death, the emptiness inside her was gone. “You didn’t object,” she muttered as she ducked back into the safe house, where she’d taken Pasha the evening before, and began to peel off Smudge.
No, the voice admitted, though it sounded reluctant about it. Look, I’m drawn to him too. It’s just that the timing was a little inappropriate, don’t you think?
Syrina frowned, but she couldn’t disagree. “Well,” she whispered as she slipped into the torch-lit street, now naked, “It kept him from worrying about his sister for a while.”
The voice lapsed into silen
