Tory looks up when Ford enters the bedroom. He glances over the rainbow of knives spread out on the bed around her, then closes the door.
“What's goin' on?” He studies her carefully. “We need to make a trip to the west continent.” Tory sets to wrapping each knife in heavy cloth. Ford frowns, “We as in...?” “You an' me... an' Rylle.” Tory sets each wrapped knife inside a bag. He nods to himself. “It's really time?” “We have to be there before the eleventh. That's just enough time for travel. I can't take us by qerdir this time... don't really want to.” “I guess you don't know what'll happen either.” Ford crosses the room to sit beside her. Tory shakes her head as she closes up the bag and sets it on the floor beside her. Then she leans against Ford. He pulls her into his lap and she rests her head on his shoulder. After a time, he queries, “How are we gettin' over there?” “Vehicle, boat, vehicle. I know Rylle doesn't drive, but we'll trade off an' there'll be a boat waitin' when we reach Monarch's Town.” “Have you told Rylle?” “Yeah. She knows to be ready first thing tomorrow mornin'.” “We're pickin' her up?” Tory nods. “We're meetin' everyone else at Chancellor Hall.” “The rest of the Second Shield?” “An' Amy an' one of her guardians... 'specially since she's the one who knows where to use the keys.” “Does Angel know we're goin'?” “No. Not plannin' to tell her either.” “You're gonna catch hell for that.” Ford shakes his head. “I'll deal with it when it comes up.” Ford grimaces, but only asks, “Ready to call it a night?” “More than.” Tory makes no effort to move.
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AuthorAlexandra A. 'Lexa' Cheshire is the author of numerous novels and short stories published through Howling Wolf Books. Lexa is a wife, mother, cat owner, and music lover. Archives
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