“Can you grab me a towel?” I asked.
“I can.”
I stared at him, waiting. “Approximatelywhendo you think you might be able to do that?”
“Around the same time you remember that you moved a chair earlier without touching it and could simply will the towel to you.”
I opened and then closed my mouth. Damn it, he was right. “I can’t believe I forgot that.”
“Well, you’re not used to summoning things to you with your mind.”
“True.” My attention shifted to the towels stacked on the shelf. Eather hummed as I pictured the towel—
My eyes widened as one flew off the shelf.
Kieran’s hand snapped out, catching it in midair. “I doubt you wanted to be smacked in the face with it.”
“I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
“Uh-huh.” He chuckled.
Prying an arm from my side, I reached for the towel. Instead of handing it over, he knelt beside the tub, and the towel disappeared from view. My narrowed eyes lifted to his.
“So, what do you think of the new quarters?” he asked.
“Is that a question that needs to be answered while you’re holding my towel?”
“Yes.”
I shook my head. “I like them. They remind me of the ones in Evaemon.”
“You’ve never been up here before?”
“I wasn’t allowed into this section of the east wing since guests normally occupied the rooms.” I was surprised he wasn’t taking this most opportune time to launch into the lecture I knew was still coming about me crossing the Veil. “I think this section of Wayfair was built when Atlantia ruled.”
“What gave it away?” he replied dryly.
I grinned. “Casteel said his mother and Malec stayed here.” My lip curled. “Now, I’m thinking about my mother-in-law andunclesleeping in the same bed, and that makes me think of how messed up my family tree is.”
Kieran huffed out a low laugh. “I’m sure the mattress has been replaced since then.”
“We can only hope,” I said.
“We?”
My eyes shot to his as I opened my mouth. It struck me that I had become so used to sharing space with Kieran while on the road to Carsodonia that it hadn’t even crossed my mind that he might prefer his own arrangements. That would make sense since he normally had his own quarters, but…
My fingers curled against mybarewaist. Things felt different now but somehow the same. Which was entirely too confusing.
“We?” he repeated, quieter this time.
“Or whatever.” Staring out the window, I felt his eyes on me.
“Did you notice the chambers outside the quarters?” he asked. “One of them will be mine. I will be close, but not so close that I can’t escape when you two start getting on my nerves.”
I laughed. “I have a feeling that will be more often than not.”
“You are probably right,”
