“Sol said that proximity helped her and Thandi before they completed the Bond”—my cheeks flamed at the insinuation—“Maybe that will help us?”
“It’ll have to be more than a few casual meetings in the dark, Faylinn,” Rohak practically growled and caused my core to clench.
“You should move in with me.”
I sputtered at his casual statement, thankful I had no water to choke on once more.
“Move in with you?” I parroted.
“Yes. There is plenty of space in my suite in the manor. We can move your stuff into mine. Perhaps that will encourage you to organize your books.” Rohak’s tone was light, and I relaxed at his teasing.
“Theyareorganized,” I grumbled. “There’s just quite a few of them.”
Rohak’s deep chuckle filled the space and warmed me from the inside out. He pushed to a stand, and I instantly wanted him to sit back down.
“After you’re done here, come up to my—our—rooms. We’ll move whatever you need into my space and try and decipher that book together after you show me Vespera?”
I nodded my head.
Rohak took my unspoken agreement before crossing the empty room and opening the door, bathing his imposing figure in light.
“And perhaps you’ll explain to me why you’ve tormented yourself down here all day. I felt it through the Bond, Faylinn,” he said at my wince. “I understand self-flagellation, but this seems extreme, and I’d like—deserve, even—to know why.”
Weakly, I agreed. Rohak studied me once more with piercing green eyes that I swore could see the depths of my sins with a singular look. Then, he nodded and left the room, taking my breath and crumbling my resolve as he did.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rohak
Thunk!
A large, brown object flew through the air, narrowly missing my face, to land heavily against the floor on the opposite side of the room. My eyes widened as it tumbled end over end before coming to rest against a tottering stack of books.
I winced as the unstable tower wobbled precariously, threatening to topple completely, and blew a breath of relief when it stabilized once more.
That relief was short-lived, however, because a second book—much thicker than the first and sporting the titleTemple Construction Before the First Sundering—came flying through the air to crash solidly into the tower, sending books galore to the floor in a cacophony ofthunksandslaps.
“Well, fuck,” Faylinn muttered from where she was kneeling on the floor, sorting through what appeared to be a sea of books.
Outside of the Academy library, I’d never seen so many tomes, so much knowledge contained in one place.
Even if some of it seemed rather useless.
LikeTemple Construction Before the First Sundering.
“Faylinn,” I called tentatively, my Bonded lost to her mutterings and musings as she rapidly sorted through book after book.
She turned her gaze from the tome in her left to the other in her right, wobbling her head from side to side as she internally debated the merits of each. With a sigh and a shrug, both were tossed over her shoulders.One flew high, hitting the ceiling before falling to the couch, startling Cotton, who scampered away and under her bed in the other room with a screeched ‘meow.’
The second hit me squarely in the chest, knocking the breath from my lungs as it came to rest on top of my boots.
The Goddess’s Haremscreamed at me in glittering gold letters. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I shook my head, ridding myself of thoughts about what could possibly be contained within those pages.
“Faylinn!” I called again. Her whole body shuddered at my voice before she dropped the two new books she was holding and turned to face me.
Her eyes were a bit unfocused, but she bit back a smile as I gestured to the book at my feet.
“You’re making more of a mess than there was to begin with,” I growled, but not unkindly. Stepping into Faylinn’s room was like entering a library—an unorganized and rather small library, but a library, nonetheless.
