“Aye, me, too,” said Eileen. “I’ll be with you shortly.”
George rolled his eyes. “I’ll wait outside the door. Just don’t be too long, you two. And if Amelia is out there, I’ll not be staying around to save you.”
He left. Thomas and Eileen got up and met in the middle of the floor for a long embrace. Eileen kissed him gently on the mouth. It wasn’t a long kiss, and more weary than passionate. He held her for a while longer, then kissed her again and escorted her to the door. “Get some sleep,” he said. “We’ll find something to do tomorrow.”
“Aye,” she agreed. “And if the Four are willing, tomorrow the company won’t be so annoying.”
She left, and Thomas stripped and crawled into bed, watching the fire until his eyes slid shut, only to dream of darkness and cold and fire being thrown acros
