Chapter 19
WynThe next morning drove home that this wasn’t a vacation. Mylomon arrived at the door with Mikah, who hid behind the larger man.
“I must deal with the one in the brig,” he said. “This one should stay with his mother.”
“Lorran’s in the shower, but he’ll be out in a minute. Coffee?” She’d tried to brew herself a cup with the room’s machine, but that hardly seemed appropriate for a kid. There wasn’t much else she had to offer. “Juice?”
Mikah peeked his head around Mylomon. “I like juice.”
“Coming right up.” The room had a tiny cooling unit stocked with expensive bottled beverages and snacks. She held up two bottles, one blue and the other green. Mikah took the green.
“I require Lorran’s assistance,” Mylomon said, still standing in the doorway.
“Wait, are you asking me to b
