Valentine sighs and leans back against the wall of the wagon with as much force he might as well have been May throwing a fit.
Not that May does such a thing.
Nor that I can blame him for the response at all.
After all, I'm also the kind of coward that would like to keep on living. I'm not quite sure when I became that kind of coward, but...
I think that I am, now.
It figures, then, that we've been hired to face a being so dangerous that merely being somewhere within miles of it makes my body start to shut down as if it's already preparing for death.
Lucas holds me just a bit more tightly, as if he can hear my thoughts.
More likely, though, he's just thinking something exactly along the same lines I am.
I shift a bit and lean my head against his shoulder.
He turns and presses a quick and gentle kiss to my forehead.
