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But I understood what he was trying to do.
Still, I said nothing. Just closed my eyes and tried to force a sleep I did not want to return.
To sleep was to dream. I had begun to fear my dreams.
CHAPTER 7
“For fuck’s sake! Youhave got to be kidding me!”
There was no one to shout at so I gave myself permission to erupt.
Draven was gone again. He had crept out with the stealth of a cat in the night.
Our brief truce was forgotten. Reckless fury filled me.
I rifled through the clothes Breena had stowed on shelves in the wardrobe, pulling out a flowing sleeveless dress of diaphanous panels of fiery oranges and reds. Flickering flames danced along the hemlines, embroidered in red and gold thread. Yanking open a drawer, I added slender spiraling cuffs of gold to each of my upper arms, before cinching a braided gold sash around my waist.
Two could play this game.
I strode to the sitting room and found the place where Beks had pushed open the door from the inside, sliding my fingers over the mirror beside the bookcases.
Ten minutes later I stood back, panting and frustrated. It was no use. Surely there must be a way to open the panel from the outside. But if there was, I couldn’t find it.
I thought briefly of stretching out my hands and simply melting the mirror way.
That method lacked subtly. I didn’t necessarily wish to scream where I had gone to Draven. Perhaps he knew about the access passage in the sitting room, but perhaps he didn’t.
Imagining him wracking his brain trying to decipher where I had disappeared to was a much more satisfying mental picture.
Just as I was considering testing the limits of the balcony wards to their full extent, the mirrored door pushed open.
“Took your sweet time coming back, didn’t you?” I said, a little testily.
Beks looked surprised. “I wasn’t sure if you would... Well, after yesterday.” The boy looked uncomfortable.
“Oh. That. I had almost forgotten.” It was true. “Right.”
