"You should fire your decorator." Rachel looked around a bit before sliding off Hannibal's back. She wobbled a little, but didn't stumble which she was irrationally proud of.

She felt a little more in control, too, which she was chalking up to the increase in heart rate now that she was actually here. With him. And now that she wasn't at the bar or slung on his back like a pack, she could really look at him. Holy hell, look at him.