Chapter Six
Something had set her off. Qadim could tell that Madison was preoccupied, and after they’d finished eating breakfast, she told him her arm had begun to ache again, and that she thought she’d better lie down for a while. He hadn’t protested, simply because her excuse was plausible enough.
So he merely said that he would see her up to her room, then took her uninjured hand so he could transport her up to the ninth floor where her suite was located. It wouldn’t do to have her climb all those stairs; the movement would jostle her damaged shoulder far too much.
Madison’s stared at him in astonishment as they reappeared in front of the door to her room. “How…?”
“It is how we travel,” he said. “I would have brought you down in the same way, but you had already left your room. I th
