Elowen's POV
"I booked a place nearby," he said, waving me off. "Five minutes. You're not paying."
He had, of course, picked the best hotel in the district. I walked him to the front doors already doing the time calculations in my head, ten minutes back if I found a cab quickly, fifteen if I had to walk.
"I'll take you to the old garrison ruins tomorrow," I said. "The ones along the northern border. Worth seeing."
"Wait— Mira's gifts—"
"Tomorrow," I said, and turned to flag down a cab.
The traffic was awful. I sat in the back watching the streets crawl past and did the maths twice, and both times it came out the same.
I got back thirty minutes late, and the cabin lights were already on. I pushed the door open and there he was, sitting in the armchair by the window with the fire low
