Nevara
Something brushed hair away from my face.
I smiled before I even opened my eyes.
“You’re late.”
A quiet chuckle answered me.
“Apparently.”
Thoren.
Good.
I snuggled deeper into the couch and reached for his hand automatically. Warm fingers met mine immediately, and for a few wonderful seconds, I considered going back to sleep.
Then my brain remembered I was supposed to be worried.
I opened one eye.
The sitting room glowed softly beneath the lamps. Salas occupied the chair across from me, although “occupied” was generous. The man had fallen asleep sitting upright with his arms crossed like he was trying to convince the world he had meant to do it.
I smiled.
“You broke him.”
“He broke himself.”
“Mm.”
I stretched and sat up, rubbing my eyes.
“How was Blackstone?”
“Abou
