Not even enough to find my way back to Garthelle’s quarters, which would be nice. I wander down the empty hall and take the next turn, strolling aimlessly. A place to curl up and nap in a spot of sunlight would be just the thing right about now. It takes a bit of walking to locate a sunroom devoid of voices carrying from nearby rooms. Strong daylight pours into the space, and cozily crowded greenery fills the air with the rich, heady scent of earth and nature. I curl up in a chair and don’t care if I’m invading some place in Garthelle’s domain that he would prefer I avoid. Heat and peace relax me back into sleep. “Black.” The sound of my name in a husky whisper rouses me from my nap. Jhez crouches beside me, one forearm propped on the side of the chair. “Hey. Thought you would’ve been here sooner.” I uncurl and chafe the sleep from my eyes with the heels of my hands. They feel glued shut. “Been here a while.” “He brought you up to speed, then?” I can feel his presence, the faint resonance of energy in my veins, like calling to like.
