Chapter Twelve
“Come, we need to talk.” Crispin’s voice wakes me from deep sleep and it takes me a moment to fully regain my bearings. I’m in bed, deep breaths around me signalling that the men are here with me. Crispin is crouching on the floor by the bed so that his head is on the same level as mine.
“I need to talk to you, it’s urgent,” he whispers. His face is hidden in the dark, but his voice is unmistakable.
I sigh and lift the heavy arm lying on top of my ribcage. Storm grunts in his sleep.
“Crispin wants to talk, I’ll be back soon,” I tell him quietly, unsure if he’s actually awake. I climb out of bed and follow Crispin, who’s already waiting for me by the door. Moonshine is streaming through the high windows, illuminating his blond hair.
“What’s going on?” I ask once he’s clo
