Chapter 9
The Rege must have sent someone to let Dodona know she’d be having visitors. The half doors to her caravan stood open, and Shandor hurried Ioan up the shallow steps.
“In the back,” she told them.
There were no windows in this part of the caravan, and once Shandor closed the door, all light would be blocked out. All that illuminated the space was a lantern that hung from the ceiling beams.
“Are you staying with me?” Ioan asked in a drowsy voice. His movements had become lethargic as he stripped off his clothes—all of them, and Shandor wondered when his Rascal had become so endowed.
Ioan settled himself face down on the bunk and wriggled to make himself comfortable, and for a second Shandor couldn’t tear his gaze from the firm, pale globes of Ioan’s arse. He remembered Ioan ma
