He chuckled when Kalia headed to the line and filled two mugs with kafa. If he drank that much of the aromatic beverage he knew he would be as tight as a strung bow.
“More kafa? Wasn’t two cups enough?”
“Barely,” she said. “I’m not awake until I’ve had four or five mugs. That’s usually how I break my fast.”
“That will change now you’re part of a patrol.” Alric carried his loaded tray and sat beside her on the bench where the rest of the patrol had gathered.
Ganor grinned. “Had a bit of a sleep-in?”
Other remarks flowed around the table. Alric laughed. Kalia’s face flushed as scarlet as her lines of fire. Good thing the others had no idea of what hadn’t happened behind the closed doors of the suite.
Sando leaned forward. “Meeting as soon as you eat.”
“How many?”
“Two Artisans and a Justicar.”
