With a gasp, she hurried from Trálin’s bed to where he stood beside the door. “They canna find me in your chamber!” she whispered. Lord Grey shook his head. “Nor will they.” “Why would anyone be in search of me?” she asked, her mind fighting for reasons. “After the events of the last few days,” Trálin replied, “Atair must have set up rounds with your warriors to ensure you were safe throughout the night. I should have considered such.” “Lord Grey?” the fey warrior outside his chamber door again called. “A moment.” With quiet steps, Trálin hurried to the bed. “What are you doing?” she whispered. He grabbed her gown from the bed, then returned. “Here.” Heat swept up her cheeks. God in heaven, rattled by Sionn showing up outside Trálin’s chamber, she’d overlooked that she was naked. Embarrassed, she took her garb, tugged it on. Once she finished, Trálin turned to the door. “What do you mean she is gone?” “My lord,” Sionn replied from the other side.
