Walking is what we did too. Eating regularly in the land of the feds had confused my stomach. It was rumbling and asking "Wheres my meal?" I ignored it because I had no choice. One of the things I noticed about Zane was he never complained about being hungry. He was either used to it or life so far had taught him that sporadic eating was how it was.
Somewhere around 10:00 I heard crows cawing. We were skirting the edge of a field and I was trying to adjust to the change in terrain. I didn't like it. Not enough woods and creeks to screen us from sight. I was thinking about what the Great Plains would look like while keeping an eye on the world and listening to the crows when Freya appeared in my minds eye and startled the hell out of me.
"I thought we had agreed you were going to say something like 'Stand by' before you did that." I didn't bother to hide the irritation I felt either.
She giggled and said "I forgot."
She "hmmpfed" in my brain and replied "Maybe you'll like this better." Then Night was there.
She was there. Damn, I had missed her. That smile and those laughing dark eyes. Her hair. Those nipples. Then I remembered that everything I was thinking was going out live and cut that off until later.
Her voice was amused "So you missed me?"
"Yeah. A little." I said it pretty casually I thought but the peals of her and Freya laughter told me otherwise.
Softly she replied "Yeah. I missed you." Then the steel was there "You found him?"
"Not bad. With weeks to spare too. Let me see him."
I turned to look at Zane and sent her his image. There was a moment of silence, then she said calmly and coldly, each word clipped "That. Slut."
In the silence afterward I waited. Nothing else was said so I told her "He's a good kid and I won't stand for him being hurt."
I didn't know what she had planned or was thinking. I also knew saying that could hurt her our relationship, maybe even fatally, but that was the way it was going to be. I waited and walked and tuned out Zane's "What's going on? Who is that blond girl?"
We had covered a couple hundred paces when Night broke her silence, the tiredness apparent to me in her "Just come home to me G. That's all."