Nia POV
“Wake up, we’re home,” a gentle voice says, nudging me awake. I sit up, wipe my eyes, and try to focus on where I am.
Home? I do not have a … oh, wait. He meant his home. The adrenaline rush really did a number on me. I do not recall being so tired – ever.
“I need soap and water,” I groan.
“Yes, you do,” Master replies, rolling his eyes.
“She might be dirty,” Adam grins as he opens his door. “But only a person with a clean conscience can sleep so soundly on a road like that.”
“I told you I was innocent of murder,” I mutter, climbing out of the car. I am not even sure how much they know about Leonard’s death, but it feels good that somebody finally recognises my innocence – even if he meant it in a totally different context.
“So, how do you know so much about that?” Master as
