The Sunspire Muscle car.

She cleansed—impressed with the pain tolerance of the woman below her, and every so often, she would peak down to her, watch her facial expressions and ensure she was okay. Reyson and Towhee spoke—and he was off once more to deliver another message. She knew he must have been dead on his paws—he hadn’t slept the night before, but it was a piece of information she would share with no one.

Now was not the time to be questioned how she knew that.

It was hard to not consider what had just been relayed to her—and that Reyson had not only agreed, but almost boisterously so. Their conversation the night before played in her mind again—he only spoke of a wife when he spoke of kids. What if he had sight on a man in Mereo?

Again… they were all Christmas Calendar worthy…

When she was satisfied on the cleanliness of the wounds and how well the blood stopped, she looked down to Towhee, giving her a nod to get her attention. “Still good? Besides the searing pain?”