Sorin gave up sleeping after two marks of tossing and turning. Throwing his covers back in disgust, he pulled on his clothes and decided he would catch up on some of the paperwork that had become yet one more thing for him to do since Angelos has been murdered.
How had Angelos done so much yet always been there whenever Sorin had strode in looking for him? Always been there whenever anyone needed him. Sorin heaved a sigh and pulled on his boots, glanced at the table piled with work and headed for the door to go in search of what he really wanted. He had walked the path to Koray's room so many times that his feet did not require his mind to get there, leaving Sorin free to come up with an excuse that Koray, entirely too sharp for anyone's peace of mind, would believe.