She hummed her contentment at feeling his fingers in her hair, letting her own hands rub soothingly up and down his back. "I know we'll be fine, but this is bullshit," she lamented, looking up at him and pouting. Mostly about the farmhouse, of course. She didn't have to say it aloud. Leaving their lives on Atia hadn't stung quite so much when it was for freedom and a luxury suite in Manhattan, but now, it felt downright cruel. It's not like she had ever expected anything less of that evil whore, but it stung nonetheless.

"I'm just glad you're here to suffer with me," she teased.