The first voice wasn’t Drogo’s, silver knew that immediately. It brushed her ear while she stood alone in her room, folding a clean tunic with more care than necessary. The sound was physical, warm breath against skin, close enough to make her flinch.
“Silver.”
Her hands froze mid-fold, she looked around but the room was empty.
Her heart slammed hard enough to make her dizzy. She inhaled slowly, grounding herself the way Matt had taught her, in through the nose, and out through the mouth, count the breaths, and the seconds.
This isn’t real, she turned in a slow circle, stone walls, bed, table. Window bleeding pale sunlight across the floor, nothing out of place, nothing watching her.
Drogo was silent and that was wrong.
Silver finished folding the tunic with trembling fingers and set
