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Like you said, I feel pretty beat up. Literally.”
    Dakota could tell Jonas wasn’t telling her something, but she let it go. There was more to worry about now, like the baby. She was done pushing Jonas. If he wanted to tell her, he would in his own time. She kissed his lips gently and then lay down beside him on the floor.
    “Okay then. I love you, Jonas.”
    She waited for an answer, but all she heard was his breathing. Evidently he had fallen back asleep which was a good thing. Quite what they were going to do tomorrow she had no idea. She was tired herself. Her conversations with Bishop and Lukas bad been interesting, but she hadn’t broached the subject of what they were going to do long-term. Did Bishop expect she and Jonas would stay with them? He kept telling her how he helped people move on, so perhaps he wanted them gone in the morning. She knew she had little choice. This was Bishop’s place. He seemed to be on the level. He talked of his wife, Annalise, as if she was there with him, even though she was dead. Dakota guessed it was just his way of dealing with it. She turned over onto her side and closed her eyes. She could feel the tears coming again, but her head was throbbing, and she didn’t want to cry anymore. She couldn’t help but think about Pippa and Mrs. Danick. They had been killed and left out on the road to be devoured by those things. It wasn’t fair. Javier had kidnapped Quinn, Erik, and Freya, and right now was on his way to Canada. Should she tell Jonas? Would he remember anyway? There was so much to consider that her mind wrapped itself in complex thought, her grief for her friends and her concern for Jonas and the baby slowly overwhelming her, and finally she slipped into a restless sleep.

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    Jonas took the carton from Bishop and sucked up the warm orange juice through a clear plastic straw. The juice was so sweet that he couldn’t help but scrunch up his eyes as he drank. It had been a long time since he had tasted anything with such flavor. As it slid down his throat, he took a tentative step forward. The ground was only a foot beneath him, yet it looked like a mile away. He squeezed the last of the juice into his mouth and contemplated what lay ahead of him.
    Since waking he had managed to get up, with a little help from Bishop, whilst Dakota continued to sleep. It was early, but Jonas was restless, and as sore as he was, he didn’t want to lie around feeling sorry for himself. Bishop wanted to wake Dakota so she could help him, but Jonas knew she was as exhausted as him, and wanted to let her sleep as long as he could. The peace also gave him a chance to get to talk to Bishop one on one, man to man. Quite what had happened yesterday was still a blur to Jonas. Most of the events had come back to him, and Dakota had filled in the blanks last night. He could remember being beaten by Javier, but between then and now all he could recall was a fleeting vision of Bishop astride a horse, and a brief conversation with Dakota last night. Evidently he had spent most of yesterday sleeping. His body ached all over, but he wasn’t about to start complaining. Jonas was lucky to be alive, and he knew it.
    “You sure you don’t want me to get Dakota up for you?” Bishop looked on with concern as Jonas stared at the ground. He looked unsteady on his feet, and Bishop wasn’t sure if it was wise for him to be up on his feet this soon. Hamsikker’s left arm was still wrapped in bandages, and he should probably be resting.
    “No,” said Jonas firmly. “Let her be for a while.” As Jonas planted his feet on terra firma he looked back up at Bishop, smiled, and raised his fist triumphantly. “See, nothing to it.”
    Jonas looked at his new surroundings, and was happy to see no sign of the dead. It was an unusual home, but it clearly worked for Bishop. All around Jonas could see what he could only describe as a desert. The ground was hard and dusty, and a horse was