Chapter 15Elis was nodding off, his body so sated he almost let his grip on the book slip for a fourth time, which would result in the heavy volume slamming him in the face. Lying on his back, he held the book aloft, trying to read the series of dots with his fingers in the dull morning sunlight glowing softly through a gap in the curtains.
Latham was gone but had left Elis a note on the bedside table in his blind language, so Elis had set about trying to translate it. At first, he had smirked, relishing the challenge, imagining Latham writing it out as he sat beside Elis while he slept.
Fifteen minutes later, Elis was bored and thoroughly frustrated. His eyes were growing unfocused as he went from note to translated book to the original. He growled and decided he’d had enough. He’d find
