The thoughts about Isla abruptly disappeared when Phaeryl’s gaze landed on something.
One bed.
Slowly, very slowly, she turned her head toward Xhanes.
He had noticed it, too.
“No,” she said flatly.
He let out a quiet breath, already rubbing the back of his neck. “Before you start—”
“Before I start?” she cut in, incredulous. “There is one bed.”
“I can see that.”
“Good. So we agree this is a problem.”
He glanced at the floor, then back at the bed, then at her again. “It’s a temporary situation.”
“Then you can take the floor.”
His brows lifted slightly. “And wake up unable to move tomorrow?”
“I'm sure you can handle it. Like you said, you're powerful and strong; it would probably feel like nothing.”
A flicker of amusement passed through his eyes, quick and irritating. “You’d real
