The weather was pleasant, and the scenery flickered outside the window, blurring in greens and blues as we sped along the road. Reina had fallen asleep next to me, her head slumped to the side with a little trickle of drool slipping from her slightly open mouth. Her lips were slightly parted, giving her an uncharacteristically innocent, vulnerable expression that was nothing like her usual sharp, combative self.
"Hmm… Dewishwesh…" she mumbled, a soft, garbled nonsense in her sleep. I snorted, trying to stifle my laughter, and took out my phone, snapping a quick photo of her silly snoozing face. It would serve as fantastic blackmail material for later—something to pull out if she ever pushed her luck with me.
