Page 321 of Black Reign

“Nothing.”

“You're doing it again.”

“I've explained this.”

“Staring.”

“I waited years.”

Her cheeks pink.

Still happens.

Still entertaining.

She turns back to the window.

“Where exactly are we going?”

“France.”

“France is large.”

“Not really.”

“To Americans, maybe.”

I lift her hand and press my mouth against her knuckles.

She goes very still.

“Sleep.”

“I want coordinates.”

“No.”

“Ghost.”

“No.”

“Xavier.”

“Still no.”

She studies me suspiciously.

Then settles deeper into the seat.

“You're hiding something.”

“Yes.”

“At least you're honest.”

“Occasionally.”

She eventually falls asleep with her head against my shoulder.