I slid under the covers and Tory did the same, the two of us shifting close together like we had back in our shitty apartment in Chicago. That sofa-bed had forced us together, now we did it voluntarily, needing to draw on the comfort of our bond. We faced each other, propping our heads up on the pillows while our free hands clutched together. “Orion cast a silencing bubble,” I told her. “We can say what we like.” “I’d say what I like anyway,” Tory said with a hard look.
