When Caleb finally reappears in the hallway, my nerves prickle, while the guard forced to watch me seems relived. Caleb glances me over, seeing that I am unharmed and dutifully in the same spot he left me in. Then he grabs me again.
This time, blessedly, he pulls me into a bridal carry and not just hefted over his shoulder like before.
Without a word to the guard, Caleb carries me to the stairwell. There, he carries me up to the ground level and then brings me to my room.
Odd, I would have expected him to take me to an interrogation room, or even the dungeon – though I was praying that wouldn’t be the case. My room is a source of comfort and safety, not generally a place for punishment.
He kicks open the door, then carries me through it. He walks right up to the bed and then drops me o
