13“The bathing room is in here.” Jace clutched Lena’s elbow as he led her into a narrow, white-walled chamber.
Lena rubbed her arm when he released her. His grip had been a bit tight, his impatience clear as he’d jostled her along. Perhaps his earlier visit from Lord Jarl had put him in a foul mood. She hadn’t seen him since their midday meal. She had spent the rest of the afternoon listening to Edwin talk about his time as a sailor, all the beautiful sites he’d seen from the railing of his cargo ship. She’d lost herself in his stories, marveling at the details he’d recalled. Perhaps ordinary memories became lovelier when one could no longer see.
Evening had arrived far too quickly, and Jace along with it. He’d tapped his foot as she’d embraced Edwin and bid him goodnight, then shouldere
