Logan leaned against the door and rested one arm across his stomach. The other stayed in his mouth and she saw blood seep onto his lip. “You should have seen it before,” he muttered. Hana sighed as the precious red fluid, deficient in Factor 8, pooled on his lower lip.
“How did you cut yourself?” she asked, sounding tired.
Logan jerked his head towards the travel cot. “It’s savage,” he concluded.
Phoenix made sucking noises and pushed a fist into her mouth. She whimpered and Hana heard the threat of a wail behind it. Picking a route through the debris, she found an armchair next to the window and tipped off a plastic bag containing her walking shoes. She lowered herself down with a sigh of exhaustion and released the buttons on her bodice. Phoenix kicked her legs and ramped up her impat
