Chapter 4
Someone had plucked the fiery stars from the night sky and smothered their brilliance in his flesh. With malice aforethought. On the most uncomfortable bed he’d ever had the misfortune to meet. And the grease streaked across his skin was unnecessary, in all fairness.
Alegan’s eyes cracked open to the sight of a fibrous ceiling in a pale tan and no memory of why he was on such an uncomfortable bed. Naked too, because the coarse cloth draped over his hips to thighs was not his usual wear. Wood registered pressed against the back of his hands, distant to the stars of discomfort pulling in a random pattern on his skin, and he rethought his place. A table. A good-sized one since his feet weren’t dangling off the end. What had happened? Goodness, he was parched.
He sighed and swallo
