The Five Beautiful Men

The next morning, the faded visage of the mountains disappeared behind a thick layer of fog.

“You are amazing,” Kindle Lou said and pressed her lips to the back of Falcon’s neck.

“We are amazing,” he replied.

They rode on the same horse again, for support, they claimed, but Kanisa saw the soft looks and not-so innocent touches between them as they broke camp. The two had not had sex, but there was a smile as wide as The Plains on Kindle Lou’s face that refused to go away. And as always, Falcon looked way too sure of himself.

“It is a great cover,” Kanisa said. “It will hide us as we near the city.”

“And once we get there?” Kindle Dee asked.

Kanisa shrugged. “Improvise, I guess.”

They stared at her.

“What?”

“Sora better have a plan,” Dawn said, “or we are so fucked.”

Kanisa thought of being insulted, but Dawn was right. Sora better have a plan. You hear me, Kanisa thought. You better have a plan, Sora Gulden, and it better be amazing.

Kanisa was sure there was audible scoff in her head