Cam wasn't a man prone to flirting, yet he just kept tossing out comments to make Kayda blush. What could he say? He enjoyed it when she turned pink. It made a man wonder where else she flushed with color.
She offered him an empty crypt to call his own, not far from the staircase they'd blocked. He figured they had a few days at least before the ghouls found a way through the rubble.
But he could be wrong. The ghouls were adapting. Could be traces of their humanity, their intelligence, making a difference. Which wasn't good for the humans they liked to hunt.
Worry wasn't the only reason he didn't sleep well, nor was it the hard stone slab that the blanket did little to hide. Kayda was at the forefront of his mind. She needed him.