18
Unity
I had chewed my fingernails down to the quick and was pacing a hole through the rug in Olivander’s bedchamber by the time he returned.
“Oh, good,” he breathed, immediately spotting the empty supper tray that Dori and I had brought in from the hallway after the servants had left it outside his door. “You got your food. I was worried.”
“What happened?” I immediately demanded, pouncing before he’d even shut the door behind him. “You’re distressed.”
He looked down at his sleeve where I hadn’t even realized I’d gripped his arm. Then he curled up a brow as he met my gaze. “What gave you the impression I was distressed?”
“Because I can—”
I could feel it sluicing off him in waves. But when I took in his features, he appeared to be perfectly calm and put together.
Damn. How was I g
