27A Jeep AffairTazia lay on Conn’s bed staring at the ceiling until her body wouldn’t let her stay still anymore. It didn’t take long. She flexed her feet and rotated her wrists, then she developed a series of itches down her back which demanded to be relieved. Even rubbing her back against the quilt on the bed did nothing to alleviate the itch. f**k it!
Eventually, she sat up and half-twisted her body to give her hand a little more reach and shoved it down the back of her t-shirt, blunt nails frantically scratching. Still missing the itch she growled in frustration, and pulled her knees up to her chest to hug them tight.
Soren was right: she had to talk to Conn. But with so much obvious antagonism toward her from members of his Unit, she couldn’t just walk out into the bar and strike up
