Chapter 16: Visions
If Twilight City had anything to teach, it was that people tend to talk. Everyone had something to say. A secret to keep. A price to pay. Suppose Zamson and his friends were determined to hunt for some form of information about Noctavion out of the city. In that case, they were going to have to aim low. Not high.
Zamson, Naia, Logan, and Shane walked outside. Shane was the first to skip down the steps. Logan was a few paces behind him. As Naia welcomed the night air once again, she came to the realization that Zamson's closeness at her back started to grow on her senses. Fitting himself into her personal space in a manner that echoed a natural feeling of protection. Like a shield waiting to be used.
Maybe he kept close in case she turned on them all.
Naia ignored the notion, casting those cynical ideas into the shadows of nothingness as Zamson's presence appealed to her tender nature. "Perhaps it is best I remain in your place."