I glanced over to see what he was looking at, going still when my gaze landed on the bed. It was big. Covered in a thick, dusty floral quilt. Looked pretty sturdy. I looked at Moth again. His chest was rising slightly quicker than normal, and he clutched the straps of his backpack so tight his knuckles bleached. My heartrate sped up, skin prickling with awareness as we stood there in silence, staring at each other.
