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PENN
Penn cannot cloak himself – there are no open windows at the Beast of Breath to let in the night.
He shouldn’t want to do it, either, but he remembers Cody, bathing in the pond.
He turns that memory over in his head, the way she turned his name on her tongue, and grins.
He’s lying on his back, a quilted coverlet beneath him, admiring the Fire Scales painted on the ceiling. His room is quite small, and he takes up most of the bed. The only bath is down the hall, shared by the floor.
He asked the chirpy clerk if any rooms were done in red, and she arced a brow at him, and blushed a little, and said she could have red linens brought in – but they would need washing first.
He bought a grand room for Cody. The best room at the inn. The crown prince said he wanted it – it’s th
