I stretched to lift it. Careful not to slide it or to unbalance the stool. I was petrified that if it were to clunk or the book drop, he was going to wake. And though I didn’t personally know how awful he was, of all the things Warlord had told me, he’d seemed the sincerest about his worry of what would happen to me if the King caught me.
Warlord would kill me now if he knew the risk I was taking.
He’d made me swear to avoid the King and now here I was.
In the very same chamber with him. Trying to steal his book from the very same room he’s sleeping in. I was still as I listened to ensure I was still hearing that consistent snore before I twisted with the book and clambered down off the stool. Not even bothering to move it back as I tucked it down the bulky front of my dress.
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