EVAN WAS READY TO drop.
He'd barely slept yesterday, then he'd had first watch followed by the attack and most of the day spent traveling. It was early evening yet, but the whole team seemed ready to pack it in.
They had several days of travel ahead of them and no idea what they were heading into.
He should rest.
That was the smart thing to do.
Instead he stood in the hall, staring at Felecia's bedroom door.
He should stay away from her. Things were too complicated. She was both a source and a suspect. But she'd killed someone today to protect them. It wasn't going to get any more clear cut. Things were going to keep getting jumbled. Which was why he should go to his own room and leave her alone.
Evan rapped on the door with his knuckles, his other hand braced against the doorframe.
She'd killed someone. He couldn't forget how utterly lost she'd looked after that. That wasn't the face of someone who was going to betray them. It was the look of someone who needed help.