Thoren
Leaving Nevara behind should have been easy.
After all, she was exactly where I wanted her.
Safe.
Inside our suite.
Surrounded by guards.
Under explicit instructions to stay off her feet and avoid doing anything remotely strenuous.
The problem was that Nevara had never viewed instructions as fixed objects. She treated them more like suggestions that could be interpreted creatively if given enough time.
Unfortunately, I was giving her time.
“You are not leaving this suite.”
Nevara sat curled into the couch with a blanket draped across her lap and the expression of someone already planning her next crime.
“I heard you.”
“I mean it.”
“I know.”
My eyes narrowed.
Her innocent smile widened. The woman had absolutely no survival instincts.
I turned toward Salas.
“If she at
