Jack leaned against the jagged wall of the cave, watching Alisha slump down, her back pressed against the rough surface. Within seconds, exhaustion overcame her, and she fell into a deep, restless sleep. Her chest rose and fell steadily, though her brow furrowed slightly, as if her dreams were anything but peaceful.
"She's never really been this close to a demon before," Gale remarked, his tone carrying a subtle curiosity. He sat cross-legged on the cave floor, his piercing gaze fixed on Jack. "Makes me wonder why she hasn't killed you already."
Jack didn't flinch at the comment. He followed Gale's gaze to Alisha's sleeping form, then shrugged lightly. "She's got something she needs to figure out. That's all it is. Nothing more ties her to me."
