Khalida opens the door to a heavily guarded, vaulted pantry, and she closes the door behind them. “Those boxes there.” She points to a stack, and she grunts slightly when she picks up a box. She sighs a little. “I told her this wouldn’t last long,” she mutters as she blows a strand of hair out of her face.

Asa hums a little and matches the kiss, tilting her head to deepen it.

John shakes his head. “Sorry, no can do. My wife doesn’t want to leave, so I’m staying.” 

Sorcha frowns. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it...”