15
Maxon
What a long-ass day. For once, I can’t wait to get some sleep. Lianna’s conked out in another bedroom. Now, it’s my turn.
I look around and frown. My room’s all modern and sleek, with a huge bed and clean white sheets. I don’t belong here. Most days, I crash in moldy motel rooms with cockroaches and blinking neon lights by the window. I stay where the monsters are.
Some days, I feel like I’m one of them, too.
I peel off my body armor, pull a pair of pajama bottoms out of a drawer, and slip the things on. That’s something else that I never do on the road. Sleep in clothing. But with Lianna around…
Hey, now.
The back of my neck tingles with awareness. Someone’s staring at me. Turning around, I see Lianna standing in the doorway. She’s wearing a pair of tight boyshort bottoms
