POV: Han Galloway
Millie came to me. She accepted food from my hand. Now she wants to go deeper into my world, and I need to make sure she knows what she's walking into before we start.
Coyote did something up there that I couldn't. Maybe it's his age, or his energy, or the blunt way he talks that cuts straight to the truth. I don't know. I owe him for it. I'm not going to tell him that, though. Some debts are better carried in silence, especially between men like us, who've spent too many decades measuring our worth by what we can handle alone.
The tea is working. I've been slipping it into her cup for days now, telling her it'll help her sleep. It does. What I haven't told her is that what's in the tea would put an ordinary human into a coma for a week. Millie isn't ordinary, though,
