Conall's POV
I enter the quiet living room and look around to see that it’s nearly empty except for Jarek, who is in his usual spot, reading.
“Evening, Conall,” he states, lowering his glasses to give me a nod.
I nod in return, my eyes finding the clock on the wall. Two minutes to midnight.
“Mateo is recovering well, by the way,” Jarek says as I walk toward him, where he sits by the large bookcase. “I think he will be on his feet again by tomorrow, but then we all know that’s probably only because he doesn’t want to miss out on all the fun.”
“Fine, that’s good to know,” I answer distractedly, lifting a glass from the table to pour myself a drink.
“The Emerdas sap was a good healer. I believe you saved him from a painful day indeed.”
I knock the drink back in one, ignoring his insin
