The nurse blinked in surprise and turned to Keira. "Wait, that crime boss is after you?"
Keira nodded.
The nurse frowned. "That guy is seriously weird."
Keira felt the corner of her mouth twitch. A phrase she'd seen online popped into her head—never feel inferior for being normal when you're surrounded by the abnormal.
She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and glanced at the nurse, then at the soldier standing behind her.
The soldier might've been standing there quietly, but he was listening. Keira knew that as casual as this conversation seemed, the moment her story didn't match Lewis's, she'd be staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.
She was on high alert.
The nurse gave her another once-over. "Where are you and Solomon from?"
"Crera."
That wasn't something they could fake. Habits, speech patterns—those were ingrained. She and Lewis had agreed: mix in just enough truth to make the lies believable.
