Touching fingertips to her temples, Desa closed her eyes and massaged away a headache. Or tried to, anyway. “Too early,” she said. “I sleep now, and I’ll be up all night. Besides, I don’t think I’ll get much rest lying in a field. I don’t suppose you still have that tent Rojan gave us, the one you took when we parted ways.”
Kalia sucked the apple juice off her finger. “We sold it for train tickets,” she muttered. “And the bedrolls too.”
Desa barked a laugh. “Just as well,” she said. “I still have mine.”
“And we only ever needed one.” Kalia’s smile was entirely genuine, as was the slight flush that reddened her cheeks. She leaned in to kiss Desa on the forehead.
Nearby, a bald man shot a glance in their direction and muttered under his breath. He was wise enough to look away when he cau
