A brief stop at the suite reunited Desa with her belt, which was a good thing because her pants were a bit loose. She had lost some weight lately. Kalia had hidden it in a small cupboard. She would have known that if she had been able to concentrate during her ordeal.
Pulling the belt tight, Desa shut her eyes and drew a deep breath through her nose. She couldn’t stop herself from running her fingers over the buckle. She had been carrying a Gravity-Sink on her person for so long she just didn’t feel whole without it.
Standing in the open door with her arms folded, Kalia replied with a playful smile. “Feel better?” she asked.
“Much.”
“Good. Let’s get downstairs.”
They used the stairwell instead of the elevator to scurry down to the lobby. Even with all her freshly stirred-up pain, Desa
