Chapter Four
Our appointment with Roya wasn’t until mid-morning, allowing me to sleep in, then enjoy a mug of coffee in my room. The room Josie let me use—she still refused to let me pay—was small and cozy and smelled like roses. I splayed myself out on the creamy sheets and then changed my mind, worried I would spill coffee all over them. Instead, I sat at the small desk beside the bed and rubbed my feet into the thick carpet. Though I had been hired for a few jobs in the upper levels of Cyfar, I had never stayed there overnight. I was going to miss this.
I wandered downstairs and found Otsoa sitting at the bar. Glenn was sitting beside him. I hesitated in the archway that divided the tasting area from the dining room and tried to catch Otsoa’s attention. He was turned away from me. His
