Damarin opened his mouth, about to protest but decided against it. Perhaps he dreamed after all? This demanded an investigation. “Come with me.” He extended his hand.
Zarynah scoffed, her arms tightening their fold.
“Please?” Desperation clawed him.
“You’re scaring me.”
He closed his eyes and steadied his breaths. “It’s a simple stroll into the conservatory.”
“Right now?” Her voice pitched. “The curfew. Can’t this wait until morning?”
“And risk losing my sanity?” Urgency constricted him. He slid from the bed and donned his clothing.
“I don’t know.”
Her doubt gave him hope. “Please? This once?” Damarin believed his discovery would unlock his troubles. “I won’t mention my dreams anymore.” He swallowed against the lie.
She made a face. “It isn’t healthy.”
“Zarynah.” He fell to his k
