17: Deva
Deva
She wore him down. It took a while, but eventually Wrench agreed that they had to learn more. He didn’t like it, but he’d go along with Deva’s idea.
And he didn’t mention her getting medical attention again. Which suited her fine. Either he’d forgotten that she’d banged her head, or knew he wouldn’t win that argument either.
She treated him to a meal in the restaurant carriage. Wrench wouldn’t sit still—worried that Creepy would show up, Deva guessed—and they only had a main course, then returned to their cabins.
“I was wondering,” Wrench said as they pushed through the divider into their carriage.
Deva waited, but he didn’t continue. “Wondering what?”
They reached his cabin. He didn’t look at her. “Thinking about our security. There’s safety in numbers, right? I m
