Chapter 7
FarisWhen morning arrived, Faris found himself reluctant to leave the bed. His tail tangled with her legs. Her face had a vulnerable expression while she slept. When she woke, she would be confused. He wanted to be there to calm her.
Foolishness.
Alice would sleep for half the day. When the stimulant wore off, she crashed hard. Her body required rest. Lurking over her made no difference.
He needed to do damage control. The heist, a simple smash and grab, had spun wildly out of control, and his actions after the fact made it worse.
Falsespire? The nearest town to where they departed the train? What had he been thinking?
Faris studied the figure in the bed. He knew what he had been thinking. Alice had nothing. No clothes. No shoes. She did not even have her words. Exposed to
