Chapter 19
I didn't think I could possibly sleep, but whether it was the reassurance of Kendall keeping watch in the next room or the profound exhaustion that permeated every bone in my body, I fell into a dreamless sleep and didn't wake until an overcast, pale-dawn light started to seep through the curtains.
In the next room, floorboards creaked beneath a light tread. Kendall was up.
Moving carefully so as not to wake Cassie, I slipped out of bed and found my robe. I tapped quietly on the connecting door.
Kendall looked much the worse for wear—dark hair tousled, bearded shadow on his chin, dark smudges below his eyes, shirt rumpled. He was in his shirtsleeves, his dirty jacket slung over his arm. Still, he abounded with good spirits and gave me a ready smile. "Good morning, Madame," h
