Climbing off his lap, he points toward his bathroom. I nod, about to go shower, when I pause. “Can I go grab some clothes from my room first?” Regan nods once, turning his gaze to the fireplace, his demeanor changing, and I’m tempted to glance at his aura, wondering if it would give any inkling of why the rapid change in his mood.
Walking to the door, I hesitate, wondering if Zeke is lingering outside the door when I hear Gnash whine loudly. Something tells me he is watching and waiting for his next opportunity to get rid of me. Glancing over my shoulder, I spot Gnash sitting on the edge of the bed looking expectantly at King Regan, who has turned his gaze to the raging fire burning the thick logs in the fireplace. An unreadable expression is now on his face, as if he is deep in thought.
