Toria leaned back against the smooth leather of the seat as the chauffer drove the town-car. Kane settled next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders again, but she didn’t protest at the clinginess. Her partner probably had his own issues to work through after the past two days.
She had no idea where they were going or why, but she was out of that place, and the woman who had hurt her was dead. She still had trouble forming a reaction to that. She should have paid more attention to all the literature on posttraumatic stress disorder distributed in Limani after the failed invasion. She tuned out Archer and Henry’s low conversation in the cool, dim interior of the town-car. She was so tired.
“By the way,” Henry said, pitching his voice a bit louder, “your gear is in the trunk. I ha
