Chapter 47: Change Of Appearances

We find a train station and spend the rest of the night there after buying new tickets. I worry the passports we're using might be compromised, but decide to forget my fear. The Enforcers don't think like normals and would never consider checking for something as ordinary as paperwork. At least, I don't think so. Femke is smart, and far from backward. But when we board without issue and the train leaves for Barcelona, I relax and allow my trust to surface, if only for now.

We step off at the Spanish border long enough to rent a cheap room in a small motel. I purchase hair dye, blackening my blonde locks. When I hack it off at the nape of my neck, Sage sighs his disappointment from where he watches me with sad eyes.

"I love your hair," he says.