It was important that he pay attention to every single thing he did. Monitoring his future actions was now essential in a way it had never seemed to be before. If he didn’t keep a careful watch on himself, he might let another insane act slip through all the barriers of common sense he possessed. Everet still didn’t know what the hell he’d been thinking, agreeing to take the damn magpie under his wing. He was reasonably sure that it would always remain a mystery—possibly because he’d lost his mind. Holding back a curse, Everet turned away from the door. He was just in time to see Kane stride into the middle of the small sitting area that took up most of his accommodation at the nest. Kane ran his gaze over the space with obvious distaste. “The guest quarters were much nicer.” “I’m not a guest,” Everet said. “I work here. Once you’ve healed, you’ll be working here, too.”
