Three days." Sonya leaned over the railing. She found heights thrilling and boundless and was grateful to Jagger for showing her the roof top. "I walked, mostly. Rode when I could. Didn't sleep. Stopped long enough to eat." "Couldn't tell that. You polished off that pie fast enough." "What can I say? I like anchovies." She grinned over her shoulder at him where he reclined on a battered chaise. He shaded his eyes with the bend of his arm. Such white skin. He didn't get out in the sun much, did he? Sonya reached out a hand, feeling a high breeze brush through her fingers, remembering "Sometimes I'd be on a street and I wouldn't know how I got there. Like I just came out of a daze. I have so few memories of the last couple of years; what little I had kept looping over and over." "I thought your kind spent eternity living in a happy cloud somewhere." She cast a playfully stern look at him. "Truthfully, my home was kind of like that when I was young. I had honestly planned on following in my mother's footsteps as a healer.
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