Flynn woke often, unused to the raucous sounds of the night creatures. Pru slept the sleep of the utterly exhausted, wrapped around him. How she took comfort in being close to him after everything that had happened, he didn’t know. How could she even bear to look at him? She’d trusted him. She and Ari both had, buying into his crazy plan instead of booting him out on his ass. The price for that trust was far too high. That singular thought circled through his head in the long stretch of absolute silence before the dawn. He couldn’t settle, but he’d cost Pru enough. He wasn’t about to rob her of the oblivion of sleep. So, he didn’t move until he heard the telltale zipper of one of their companions coming out of a tent.
“It’s morning,” he murmured.
With a little groan, Pru tightened her ho
