Zoey raised an eyebrow at the model flying slowly above her head, watching it travel back the way it came for a moment before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. There was so much to read. And having shifted her schedule to keep Helena company during the times she couldn’t sleep meant she had plenty of time on her hands for reading.

Not that she was making anywhere near of a dent on what was available, but it didn’t much matter to her. It was the journey that was important, after all. Not the destination.