Chapter Twenty
Suspicion
He knew she was gone before he reached behind him to find the bedcovers flat.
And warm.
And warm.She hadn’t been gone long.
rose into a sitting position. Too late, he realized he’d moved too quickly. His head began swimming, forcing him to lower it between his knees. He softly groaned. His sinuses were clogged again. Earlier, when he’d taken the medicine Thrasher had brought, he’d gotten some relief, but even that small concession had its problems. If he could breathe, his nose ran. If he was stuffed up, the pressure between his eyes was almost unbearable.
“, where are you?” he whispered, when another, more terrifying thought, came to him, and he jerked up, his spine stiffening. “Oh, God, don’t tell me you left without an escort!”
He started to get to his fe
