Even though the halls were far more crowded with many more people in long flowing robes, the ends of her sheathed blade didn’t get tangled in her clothing or in anyone else’s.They arrived at Khan’s quarters and found that supper was indeed waiting.Seated between Khan and Sobehk, Fallon found her table manners painfully annoying. She was starved, and yet she could only eat one slice of the succulent meat at a time and she couldn’t lick the bowl after. Of course, the headache wasn’t helping any, either. Fallon pressed a hand to her pounding temple and leaned over the table so she wouldn’t drip on her robes.Khan looked over at Fallon and then at Sobehk. He nodded at Fallon. “Are you monitoring?”Sobehk grimaced. “I feel it.”Khan leaned back. “That’s not from me.”Sobehk frowned. “What?”Fallon looked up, wincing through her headache. “What?”Khan lifted his brow.Oh, bloody Fate ... Fallon scowled. “What, ‘Syr?”Khan tilted his head toward Sobehk. “Do you remember what I said about migraines?”Fallon blinked.
