Reappearing at the top of the tower, where his mobster friend was still waiting, shivers running down her arms from the cold, Alex almost slapped his head in realization.
"Fuck… I'm sorry, Amara, I forgot it was cold up here. We hiked our way up and got used to the climate, but I picked you from your home… Let me send you back right away."
But Amara raised a hand to interrupt him as he walked toward her.
"No," she said, shivering as she pulled her arm back to her chest to conserve heat. "If you are having an important conversation pertaining to the future of Earth, I want to be here. I can see the future, remember?"
Alex frowned at her sudden insistence.
"You were about to head to sleep, if I go by your clothes and the fact that I picked you up in your chambers. Aren't you tired?" he asked, trying to make her change her mind.
She huffed in response.
