Chapter 5He had known even as he shut the bedroom door behind him that he wouldn’t be able to sleep, but that didn’t stop Edmund from continuing the charade of getting ready for bed, stripping out of the clothes from the day into more comfortable sweats and lying on top of his blankets staring up at the ceiling. His mind wouldn’t stop working. So many thoughts to process, information to dissect, decisions to make. The worst of it was knowing that, behind the thin wall at his head, the one person who had ever had the ability to truly gut him was now sleeping in his guest room. At his invitation.
No, at his insistence.
Edmund closed his eyes. So much for hating the bastard for the rest of his life. Within hours of knowing Mathias was back in town, he had him in his home, in his spare bed,
