Chapter 190: Promise

Telmé woke to a dimly lit room, the crackle of a fire and the smell of incense and mulled wine. He sat up, stared around in confusion at a room that was familiar, but not.

It was Tunç's room. Why was he sleeping in Tunç's room?

A soft sigh drew his attention, and he turned, saw Korin fast asleep next to him, murmuring and shifting in his sleep. Telmé reached out and swept away the dreadlocks half-covering his face, ran the backs of his fingers down Korin's cheek. That elicited a brief smile, and Korin settled down. A soft ache twinged in Telmé's chest.

What had happened? He remembered everything that had transpired in the great hall, the way Korin had killed Emeresa and her men, but nothing after that.

Korin sighed again, and Telmé was tempted, so very tempted, to lie back down and doze cuddled up close to Korin. Stay there where he was safe and warm, where he could pretend all was well, where the Legion and all the damage Emeresa had caused was far, far away.