Thoren
When I stepped back into Nevara’s room, steam still clinging to my skin from the fastest godsdamn shower of my life, I was surprised to find Michelle gone.
In her place, Sabrina sat in the armchair by the fire, watching Nevara like a hawk.
I crossed the room in two strides, clutching my clean clothes and toiletry bag in one hand. “Where’s Michelle?”
“I had brought your food in and then she got a phone call,” Sabrina said without looking up. “Said she had to take care of something and asked me to sit with Nevara until either one of you got back.”
I frowned. “What the hell was so important it couldn’t wait five minutes?”
She finally looked at me. “I don’t know. She didn’t say.”
I stared at her for a long moment, then exhaled hard through my nose. “Alright. Thank you for staying
