Lila glanced at Anna. What could she say to Harris? Your twin brother prefers his bed to being at your bedside? Lila took his hand and eyed his clammy skin. The morning light had begun to flicker through the thick curtains, spilling tiny streams of light over the bedding. Anna had accompanied Lila for most of the night with the exception of checking on the search party and ensuring their security was tight. No one would get into the house, she assured her. But Ash had remained in his room. She’d even been so bold as to slip in, fearing for him after going through such a traumatic experience, but he’d been asleep. She could hardly believe it. His brother had been shot, and the man was sleeping. How was it even possible? Fatigue had made her mouth dry and her eyes itchy but there was no chance she could sleep for a moment while Harris was still in a great deal of pain and his future was uncertain. “He is abed, is he not?” Harris asked with a wry, but slightly pained, smile. “I believe so,”
