Boyd had been awake when midnight struck. She'd been nursing a coffee and dressed in a baby tee and tiny sleep shorts, and she had her hair piled messily atop her head, while she read up on child involvement in Mafias.
The circus ring, which she found herself standing in, was not familiar, but she didn't scream or tantrum (she'd seen too much of Bellum's nonsense for that at this point.)
"Honestly?" she asked the empty air, then she turned to see who was with her. She didn't know the man, but she knew the women, and a bright smile lit up her face when she saw the blonde beside her.
At least Bellum hadn't stuck her with Vaughn and the apparently-helpless Ella. Thank the Lord for small favors.