Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ethan was asleep with Cariad in his arms when the alarm sounded. A discordant jangle, designed to irritate the heaviest sleeper to wakefulness. The second the sound invaded his slumber Ethan shifted quickly away from Cariad and sat up.
As Cariad turned over and also wakened, he pushed down their covers and climbed out of bed.
“No,” Cariad said.
“Yes.” Ethan had slipped his prosthetic onto his leg and was pulling on his pants.
Cariad reached for her clothes. Ethan picked up his shirt and slipped his arms into the sleeves.
“How long do you think we have?” Cariad asked.
“I don’t know, but I’ll find out soon enough. Don’t forget your comm button.” Ethan pushed his real foot into his boot. Cariad was standing up, half-dressed, as he went to the door. She would go to
