Chapter 17
Fifteen minutes after he’d stormed off Bane returned from his time out. By that time Dallmin had come by to see what all the fuss was about, been sent back to his room to put some undies on, and had returned again fully dressed, including the busker’s cap. All or nothing with him, apparently.
Bane scowled at him, still very agitated, and I assumed he would have stayed out longer if the danger to me hadn’t drawn him back like an inescapable bungee cord. He nodded to Mick and Tim and then gathered me into an apologetic hug. I could feel the tension in his muscles.
‘I’m sorry, Lainie. I never meant to imply that any of what happened was your fault,’ he whispered. ‘Jake’s the one I’m angry with.’
‘Tim explained what I’ve been doing. I’ll try to be more attentive, I promise.’
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