Traveler trilogy Book 2, updates every Friday!
Five years after killing Levi Cornwall, Arthur Morgan is happy. He has a wife who loves him, an honest job he enjoys, and two beautiful children named Sadie and Hiram. All of it is turned on its head, h...
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Jenny woke with a start.
Being in a room with actual walls and a roof was a nice change from a cot in the open air, but it still caught her off guard occasionally when she'd been sleeping deeply.
Next to her slept Arthur, as usual. This morning, he felt sweaty, and even though it struck Jenny as odd, she wasn't surprised.The air here in the swamp was humid and muggy, and breathing at times felt almost like drowning because of all the water in the air. The insects were a nonstop nuisance as well, and these days there was never a lack of angry, red welts on Jenny's skin where mosquitoes had landed when she wasn't paying attention.
And so, Jenny was not surprised at how sweaty and warm Arthur felt. The muggy, humid air probably had him feeling hot, even as he slept. Holding Jenny so close to him obviously did not help him regulate his temperature either.
She wanted to get up, but his arms were around her. Normally she wouldn't have complained, but she'd received a letter from Mac the day prior asking her to meet him at one of the less posh hotels in town so they could see one another. She missed him terribly, especially seeing as she hadn't seen him since before the mess at Braithwaite Manor, and she wanted nothing more than his touch at the moment.
Unfortunately, she couldn't bring herself to wake Arthur by wriggling out of his arms.
But the clock was ticking. Sighing, Jenny began to move slowly, gently moving Arthur's arm off her waist before freeing her hair from beneath his face. He liked to sleep with his nose pressed against her neck, but it meant that her hair tended to get caught beneath his cheek if she wasn't careful or didn't wear it in braids to bed.
"Where you goin', kid?" Arthur mumbled as she sat up.
"Into town," she replied quietly, sad she'd stirred him awake. "I have a few things to do, and I don't particularly want to see Angelo Bronte with you folk today. Last time I saw him, he threatened to have me shot. If I don't get out of here, I'm worried Dutch will force me to go like he's been forcing me to do night guard shifts lately."
Arthur sighed deeply. "You know he's got a point about that, kid. If you want to run with the menfolk, you got to pull just as much weight as one."
"And you know why I find being out there alone at night terrifying."
He sighed and snuggled deeper into his pillow. "Yeah, I know. Micah. He still leavin' you alone?"
"Physically, yeah. But he keeps making snide and filthy comments to me in passing. I'm sick and tired of it."
Arthur sighed. "I'm sorry, Jenny." He pulled his blankets closer around him. "Damn it's cold in here."
She raised an eyebrow. "Cold? It's not! It's stuffy as hell and it'll be even worse once there's more sun coming in the windows." His sweaty skin plus his claim about it being cold struck Jenny as odd. She rested the back of her hand against his damp forehead and sighed. "You have a fever, Arthur."
