Chapter 12
Neeve left shortly thereafter, and I wrapped away the bread and apple, my appetite gone. There was no sign of Trisk, but I set the morsels of meat in a small dish out in the hallway, just in case. Thorne watched me curiously, but didn’t object.
“Now what?” I asked, after I’d washed my hands and tidied up the sitting area.
“I’ll cast the wards about your bedroom,” Thorne said. “And then you will sleep.”
“What will you do?”
He gave me level look. “As I said—keep watch.”
“What if you get tired?”
“The wards will wake me if anything goes amiss. But I don’t intend to sleep.”
“Do you have to be in my bedroom the whole time?” Embarrassed heat prickled up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
“Not if you don’t want me to.” He tilted his head. “Does such a thought make
