Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone [UPDATED]

“I travel alone too,” Vixen said, her voice lower now, meant only for Jia. “Not because I have no one. Because I refuse to let anyone edit my story.”

“You’re travelling alone,” Vixen said. It wasn’t a question. Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone

Vixen didn’t ask to sit. She simply folded herself into the opposite seat like she’d always been there—all sharp angles, quiet confidence, and the faint scent of amber and cigarette smoke. Her coat was too elegant for a regional train, her boots too practical for a woman who moved like liquid shadow. “I travel alone too,” Vixen said, her voice

The train crested a hill. Below, a small town glittered like spilled sequins—warm windows, a single church spire, a river catching the last of the light. Jia’s stop. Or maybe just the first one that mattered. It wasn’t a question

Vixen reached across the narrow gap and gently turned Jia’s face back toward the darkening landscape. “That’s the wrong question,” she murmured. “The right one is: what’s our story for tonight? ”

And for the first time all journey, Jia Lissa wasn’t hiding. She was arriving.