Chapter 9
At least the bed is soft and clean.
The feather mattress looked to be as old as the members of the Convocation, but no dust puffed from it as Maggie twisted to her side. The plain furniture in the bedroom had been freshly and meticulously cleaned, not a thing out of line nor a spec of dirt in sight.
He cleaned it for the next person.
A hollow sadness trickled into Maggie’s stomach.
He wanted to make everything nice for them. Keep them from thinking badly of him.
The soft thumps of Alden moving about the kitchen carried up from below. Maggie rolled over in bed again, willing time to freeze so she could get just a little more sleep. She didn’t know when she’d get a chance to rest again. Maybe not until they returned to the Siren’s Realm.
If the Siren’s Realm will even be wor
