Waking up in a cabin always required a minute for Fallon to adjust. At the Amazon fortress, she and her sisters slept in factory style hammocks in rows. If one made it through an entire night of sleep, there were always loud noises to comfort them in the morning. Be it fighting from the compound or the loud sound of chatter.
In the cabins, it was almost serene. She could hear the birds through the thin panes of her window. Hell, she could even hear the steady beating of her own heart.
Stretching, she headed for the bathroom, where she was quick to shower, dress, fix her braids and warpaint.
No sound came from Seth's room.
Peace and quiet.
Bliss.
She headed for the kitchen, stopping short at the end of the hallway.
The tracker was already up. And, lord have mercy, being quiet.
He sat at the kitchen table with a plate of freshly cooked food in front of him, seeming busy with the papers laid out before him. Not just any papers. My work.
He held a fork in one hand, messing with her pen in the other. If he was looking at her map, she didn't doubt he'd read everything else too. From her lists to her plans to her research and observations.
She headed into the kitchen breezily all the same.
It wasn't that she didn't want her work getting out there. People knowing what she was up to would change nothing. She simply didn't feel like telling him.
He casually looked up at her entrance, offering her a lazy morning smile. An attractive smile.
Damn it.
She so wasn't into the tracker.
"There's a plate for you on the counter. Help yourself."
She headed over, inspecting the full English fry up he'd prepared. Huh, he wasn't kidding when he said he could cook.
Biting her tongue, she returned to the table with the plate in hand, taking the seat he'd sat in the night before.
"So I was looking through your stuff here, hope you don't mind."
Not that he'd care if she did.
"Find anything interesting?" She asked.
"You're looking into the Runealmean rebellions."
On the map, she'd pinpointed the areas of the highest social unrest. In a separate colour, she'd highlighted spots where acts of rebellion had already happened. In another, she noted places where future rebellions were likely to take place.
"Someone's got to do it," She shrugged, scooping beans onto her fork. "Marina's in no rush to fix her political chaos." She swallowed, continuing, "Rebellions left unchecked lead to death and destruction. It's better I step in than someone else."
That made enough sense. Fallon was a separate entity to Runealm and the aqua demons living there. She'd go in with a level head and a fair reason.
"Your list of shit to get through is never ending."
"I'm efficient."
Efficiency be damned, she'd be working her way through a list like that for years to come.
"Aren't you mad?"
"At what?"
"That I invaded your privacy and read all your shit."
He hadn't got up intentionally to do so, but he hadn't squandered the opportunity either. His sleep schedule was fucked.
"I have hundreds of sisters," She explained. "You think I know what privacy is?"
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Moral Compass
Romance"I don't believe that untouchable act you've got going for a minute by the way. You can't be this calm and collected about everything." Seth the tracker had a wee bit of a reputation. One he was proud of, thank you very much. So what if he was a lou...
