Chapter 13
The door was unlocked. It gave easily beneath her hand, swinging open just enough for her to slip inside before easing it shut behind her, careful not to let the latch click too loudly.
The room was dim, lit only by the low burn of a single candle left on the bedside table, wax pooling thick around its base. The general lay in the bed, still dressed in his undershirt from earlier, blankets pushed low around his waist like he had been too warm or too restless to keep them properly settled. His chest rose and fell in slow, uneven breaths, his face even in sleep pulled tight with some deep, constant discomfort.
Callie stood just inside the door for a long moment, studying him, second-guessing herself all over again.
This is foolish, she thought again. But she was already crossi
