Heat

Chase

I walked up the last flight of stairs to my rooms, exhausted from the encounter with Doran. We had learned some, thanks to the good doctor, but we weren’t through yet. Apparently, there were also some kind of contingencies in place, should he not report back to his men. He wasn’t known for honesty and openness though, so we’d have to see.

Until then, we’d double down on security measures for Lyse and the palace, including digging deeper into the staff, given Sam’s betrayal. Questioning her was to come.

I walked into my bedroom to find Lyse in my bed, tucked under the covers, her eyelids fluttering as though she was dreaming.

I showered the blood and sweat off of me from the visit at the Silver Cell and climbed into bed next to my woman.

I watched her as she dreamed, playing with the strands of her auburn hair, loving the softness running through my fingers. Her eyebrows set in concentration. I wondered what she dreamed about. Havoc couldn’t sense this one.

She woke with a start