By the time we were in the cab and on our way, exhaustion was pulling hard at me.
“Adrian? Do you need something to eat?” Conner pressed his lips against my temple, the words ghosting along my skin. I looked up at him blearily from where I sat pressed against his side.
“Yeah, but I’m tired, Conner. Bone-deep. Exhausted.” I told him, letting my head fall back to his chest. I barely caught his tense expression, his lips pressed together tightly, his eyes worried.
In less time than I expected, Conner was ushering me out of the cab, dragging our bags out of the trunk, paying the driver and ushering me into a much fancier hotel than I had expected. No, Inn, I corrected myself, as I took a look around, first in awe, then in fear. All I could think of was our limited funds. Why were we blowing
