Chapter Five
Jillian was taking a very long time to come downstairs this morning. Aldair didn’t find her behavior all that unusual, however. After the events of the night before, she was probably embarrassed to be around him. He knew he would be, if their positions had been reversed. Not that he would have ever allowed himself such a loss of control. A nightmare was a silly thing, compared to what he had endured in the outer circles.
At any rate, she lingered upstairs for a good deal of time after he heard the water in the bathroom shut off. They did seem to have a good supply here, thanks to the well, and so that was one less thing to worry about. He himself had also showered, washing away the dirt and dust of his exile. Djinn tended to favor baths, long, luxurious affairs with scented
