Izzy’s brows furrowed in a mix of irritation and curiosity at Holden’s sour tone. She opened her mouth to ask if everything was okay, but thought better of it. She sighed and followed silently, taking in their surroundings as they passed street after street.
	When Mikey decided to cling to her leg instead of just following closely, she glanced down, nearly losing her balance. She slowed, her gait awkward. She tried to look at her friend from Mikey’s point of view, to try seeing his actions through the child’s eyes, but failed. Sure, Holden took some getting used to, but this, she thought, was rather extreme.
	She glanced down at Mikey again. She was wondering if perhaps he was used to men being abusive, when Holden interrupted her thoughts.
	“Huh?” She refocused on him, then gave the address.
	She sighed at the revelation of them missing their turn. “Remind me later to have you flogged.” She moved to turn, trying to work around Mikey’s grip. As much as she wanted to pry him off, she did not want to risk him running off on his own.