Fitz woke to the sound of voices in the anteroom. Koller, but also someone else. A woman.
Fitz sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The sun was pouring in through the open windows but hadn"t yet reached the head of his bed. When he threw back the blanket, he realized it hadn"t burned off the chill to the air yet either. He reached for his tunic first and pulled that on, and then his boots. Then he crossed the room to open the door.
"Breakfast?" he said to Koller, because he could smell eggs and bacon for sure, and he hoped he wasn"t imagining there was also coffee. There was indeed a tray of covered dishes and a steaming pot waiting for him, but Koller wasn"t holding it.
It was Ritchie.
Fitz instantly felt guilty. He had slept fitfully at first, but then hard. And he has woken su
