They only had one room to accommodate the three of them. It wasn't ideal for comfort—but when it came to safety, it was the best choice.
Staying close meant they could watch over each other. That region was dangerous. All three agreed—sacrificing comfort for security was more than worth it.
Geneva stood by the window, staring out. She could see very little—thanks to the night and the thick fog. The streets barely had any lighting.
"This place gives me the creeps," she said.
While Geneva seemed on edge, Kali looked more relaxed. She was already lying down, resting on the bed.
"It's alright, we're safe in here," Kali said. "No one knows us, so no one's coming after us. And after what William did? I'm even more sure of that."
William had done the right thing at the tavern. The only real concern was whether the man he beat down had connections—hidden allies in the city.
But considering how weak he looked—and how no one had stepped in to help—that didn't seem likely.
