When Liam Linden got out of the car, he moved so stiffly his limbs seemed uncoordinated. Faye Vaughn found it amusing, pursing her lips to reveal two small dimples.
Liam Linden didn't seem to dare look back at her, focusing only on moving their things. "We'll be staying here for now," he said in a low voice.
Faye Vaughn followed him into the farmhouse.
The village was remote and sparsely populated. The house had rustic earthen walls and a clay stove, a main hall, and a room with a wooden bed.
Liam Linden carried their things into an inner room and pointed to one. "You can sleep in this one. It's cleaner."
Faye Vaughn nodded, her gaze drifting curiously to the room Liam Linden had entered.
On a wooden desk sat a battered computer that looked like it had been picked up at a second-hand market.
A few stray parts were also scattered on the desk, likely for when Liam Linden designed small weapons like wrist crossbows.
