11
Rue
I wake up with this crazy idea already in my head. We need to go to Montenegro and find out what really happened to the Rebel King. I don’t say anything to Dryas as I slip from the bed. Still, as I dress, my eyes are on him.
He’s so still and silent that I almost lean over and check his pulse. As I pull my shirt over my head, he stirs a little, shifting onto his back.
What would Dryas say if I told him my crazy idea? He would probably have some brooding, angry reaction to it. Better not to even bring it up, I think.
I slip out of the bedroom, practically barreling into Damen. He arches an eyebrow, reminding me of Dryas in those early days. He makes me feel small without even really trying.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize, flushing. “I’m just heading to the kitchen to start the coffee
