11
Bran was the only person in the library. He made his way across the room to me with a cup of coffee.
“Jeanette had to step out for a moment, but she’ll be back. You look exhausted.”
“Thanks,” I said.
I leaned my elbows against a bookshelf, but realized I couldn’t use both hands for my coffee that way. And I couldn’t do saucer and cup one-handed. I settled for one elbow on the bookshelf and twisting the other arm around to meet it. Must protect the coffee.
“Did you get any sleep at all?”
“Not much,” I admitted. “Are you still a ridiculously light sleeper?”
Bran almost blushed. “I am, but given her choice, Dana sleeps later than you ever did, so it’s not as much of an issue. In fact, she’s still sleeping right now.”
“Really? That’s funny, I don’t ever remember being a morning pers
