“Fine, since you're the one who's settling accounts, Taya needs some new clothes.” Stacy held her hand out impatiently.
“What's wrong with—” he turned his sight to Taya, cringing as he realised that the young woman wore nothing more than a tattered nightgown covered by a lightweight wrap Amelia had given her. “All right, whatever you need,” he conceded, pulling on a leather cord around his neck to lift his coin pouch. “Just, nothing too extravagant, and grab some supplies.” When the Plexus door swung closed, leaving Rob alone in the strangely empty building, the door from the back once more creaked open. Narrowly at first, almost as if someone on the other side was surveying the area before committing.
“Your wife sure has you on a short leash.” Asher smiled broadly, edging through the do
