Chapter 16
When the door opened, rousing me from a light doze, I knew immediately where I was: James’s bedroom.
Without opening my eyes, I categorized each of the noises I could hear, slight though they were. James’s quiet footsteps as he entered; the snick as he turned on the lamp and the soft light that glowed red through my eyelids; the rattling sound of the curtain rings as he drew the curtains closed, shutting out the night.
I stretched, feeling the kinks snap out of my joints, and yawned.
“Sorry to wake you, sweetheart.”
“Not at all, James. I’d have wakened soon anyroad. I’m famished.”
“You’ve just time to visit the toilet, then.” He went out into the hall and returned carrying a tea tray piled high with a variety of comestibles, which he placed on the chest of drawers.
“Right
