“How are you feeling?” he asks me, putting one of his hands over my blanketed feet and giving my toes a squeeze. “I’m okay,” I say as the twins sit on either side of me, releasing me from their maniacal hugging. “Plus, I get to tell everyone I meet from now on that I survived an attack from a rich, powerful cult.” Church’s lips turn up into a smile, one that actually reaches his eyes for once.
