TWENTY-FIVE
Sylvia had been as good as her word. The address she gave them belonged to a weekly rental motel. Three star at best, but being blessedly free of magic made it feel like a resort.
Grey moved swiftly around the room, inspecting the door and windows. “Three potential points of exit. The window is large enough but too close to the door for a smooth escape if more than one person comes at us.” He wandered into the bathroom. “There is a window in here. It’s small. Above the shower. Might want to practice getting up to it.”
Sage tried to listen to his assessment, but her throbbing hand demanded attention. She squeezed it into a fist and opened it again, testing the weak muscles.
Grey came out of the bathroom, his gaze fixed on the point of her pain. “How long has it been? Do we n
