My ice walls seemed to be holding up well both upstairs and down, and there wasn't any more structural damage to the house after last night's attack. If we were lucky, the walls would last until I found a way to get Kason out.
With a new bottle of wine stuffed with fennel seeds and a bowl of cereal, I made myself horizontally comfortable on the couch with everything within easy reach and Nasty balanced on my stomach. I pulled up Kason's tattoo again on the screen. Even though sex would untie the Legacy knot and maybe fill in some of the gaps in his memory, he didn't want to. Wouldn't he want to know everything, especially the why and the who behind all this? I would, and not just because of my raging libido. Something must've been holding him back. That was the only thing I could figure.
I researched the Legacy knot on Nasty until my eyes fell closed. When they opened again, gray morning light slanted in through the curtains.