“Come on. It’s hours until we need to meet with the mayor. Let’s get some sleep.” “Can we afford to?” Jono asked, thinking about everything that had happened and the fight still ahead. “I’m not letting you fight Estelle sleep-deprived. Get on the bed. You’re hugging me until I feel less murderous that she tried to execute you in an ambush.” Jono smiled wanly. “That’ll take more than a few hours.”
