Sabine opened her eyes to stare at a familiar ceiling. She had no recollection of how she’d ended up back in her old room at the tavern. A scraping noise caught her attention, and she turned her head.
Esmelle glanced up from where she was weaving herbs on a new drying rack. “Oh, good. You’re finally awake. We were starting to get worried.”
Sabine frowned and sat up, rubbing her eyes. “How long was I out?”
“Almost a full day,” Esmelle said cheerfully, putting the small portable rack to the side. “You got up once or twice, but you were pretty out of it. I’m not surprised you don’t remember. Bane and Dax have been nuisances, refusing to let anyone near you.”
“Except you,” Sabine guessed, wondering what sort of problems had emerged with both demons together in the same space. It was probab
