Never After

It took them two days, at an easy pace and stopping often to change horses, to travel from London to Oxfordshire.

Micha had not known the luxury of a private carriage since his time with Isidore, but his strength was not what it had been and he spent most of the journey sleeping fitfully.

Sometimes he would rouse to find himself braced against Thomas, tucked against his arm, or—on one particularly unfortunate occasion—half in his lap, while one of Thomas’s pale gentleman’s hands had moved almost absently through Micha’s tousled hair.

Micha had seen very little of Thomas in the handful of days preceding their journey.