“I think she likes me,” I murmured.
Despite all that had just transpired, Patrick laughed. As he came closer, I could see the tiny rivers of blood in his eyes. “Did you not sleep?”
He seemed bemused. “What?”
“You look tired. Did you not sleep last night?”
He stared at me for a moment, then shook his head. “You’d think she’d ask about the great hole in the ground,” he said to Isaiah, who had laid down by the trapdoor’s opening. “Or the presence of her fellow Artisan peers. But no, she asks if I got any bloody sleep.”
I said nothing. I simply waited. If I had to guess, I’d say he didn’t get a wink.
“No, Nina. Not much sleep to be found in the night.”
“You look terrible.” A lie.
He ignored it. “The hole isn’t deep. Only twenty feet or so, but it will feel a whole lot deeper. There are
