She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. For the first time, she truly appreciated how Keriya had felt when she’d first tried to find Thorion.
Roxanne gazed out her window through the divide in the thick curtains. The snow on the rooftops reflected the light of the Oldmoon, gilding the night with cold brightness. She swung her feet off the bed, knowing sleep was a lost cause. She donned her green dress and winter cloak, slipped into her leggings and boots, and eased her door open. The hallway was lit by a single lantern and was as still as a graveyard. No one else was having trouble sleeping.
Roxanne stole down the wooden stairs to the common room. Though the fire was sure to have died, the hearthstones would still be warm. When she arrived, she saw someone was awake. Thorion lay o
