She’d sleep the night through, of course. That was good. She needed sleep after her experience. At least Van Helsing would not come creeping up the stairs in the night. If he did, Stephan could send him to the right about. And Stephan was out of the way of the runner. He would enjoy reading and watching her sleep. Enjoy . . . he hadn’t said that word in years, let alone experienced anything like enjoyment.Did he really enjoy being around her? The fact that she knew so much about him was unnerving. The fact that she seemed to accept what she knew was, frankly, entirely implausible. Maybe she didn’t know it all. He’d have to test her. She didn’t appear to remember his time in training in Mirso. That was a God-sent favor. He wouldn’t like to think that such an innocent . . . Still, she might know about other liaisons he had indulged in over the years. She said she knew about Beatrix and Asharti, and certainly part of his relationship with them had been physical. With Asharti it was only physical—a part of his mentoring program.
