Reluctantly, I climb the stairs back to the bedroom quarters while pondering what my chances are of Zeke letting me sleep in my room since he now knows his mate is alive and out there somewhere. Managing the stairs proves quite difficult, I feel queasy and anxious and regret not grabbing a bread roll or something. Now the adrenaline rush of events is over I now feel light headed as I stumble up the stairs trying to hold what remains of my pants and clutch the long sleeved shirt closed.
If he won’t let me sleep in my room, maybe he’ll at least let get some of my clothes? Those thoughts diminish when I find him waiting for me at his door, his gaze cast down the corridor to Regan who is just stepping into his room.
When I move closer he pushes his door open, motioning for me to enter and I
