26“I didn’t see you slip off to your room last night,” Jace commented softly over a plate of lightly toasted bread and butter.
Lena shifted her sleepy gaze to his inquisitive eyes. She forced a shrug, and chewed her bottom lip. “I was . . . tired.”
“You weren’t the only one,” Jace chuckled. He glanced around the dining hall, which was nearly empty. Most of the sailors were still in their beds sleeping off their many pints of mead. Those that had stumbled out for breakfast were quietly moaning over their sausages and tea.
Mrs. Wyatt sank into the seat beside her son. It was the first time she’d joined them for breakfast. Perhaps she, too, was feeling the effects of the previous night’s festivities. She lifted a slice of toasted bread to her lips and glanced at Lena hesitantly.
“Edwin is
