“Sleep?”I shook my head as though the idea was preposterous.
“Ja.”He sighed.“When was the last time you rested?”
I strained my memory to recall.Harper and I had enjoyed a lie-in at the house we’d rented from Fabian, but that seemed like a lifetime ago.
“Precisely.”Michael’s voice was soft.“Rest now.You shall see your commander general soon enough.”
“Okay.”Whatever fight was left in me faded.I’d have much preferred the certainty of visiting Harper then, but I understood it was the middle of the night.No doubt he needed to rest as much as Michel and me.“And you’ll come back for me?”
I hadn’t fostered much love for the officer who’d kept me penned in the room they’d held Harper in, but in that moment, his word was all I had.
“Ja, I will come back.There is a restroom through that door, should you require one.”He nodded before he headed for the door.“And don’t think about leaving, Miss Craness.There will still be an officer outside your room.”
“Right.”I watched as he slipped outside, his freedom to come and go as he pleased stinging more than it should have.
After so long unjustly imprisoned, I supposed I should have got used to the discrimination, but the stabbing sense of unfairness suggested otherwise.
Standing there in the shadows of the room, my thoughts returned to the bag of money we’d left at Fabian’s house.I had to assume Kaspar and her team hadn’t stumbled upon its contents.They’d surely have mentioned the huge stash of cash, gun, and fake documents if they had.Whatever happened next, I needed to get back to the house and take possession of that bag.Beyond Harper’s health, it was the most important consideration for our future.
Stop worrying.It was Harper’s voice that gently chided in my mind.I’m alive.That’s all that really matters.
Wiping my eyes with the heel of my hand, I leaned into the succor of that news.He was awake, and Michel hadn’t mentioned anything that concerned me more than the head injury I might have inadvertently given him.
“Maybe Michel just didn’t tell me how bad it was.”
The idea stuck in my throat, clawing at me.Perhaps the information Michel had relayed wasn’t entirely accurate, but I had to assume he wouldn’t outright lie to me about Harper’s condition.What would have been the point?I was going to discover the truth sooner or later, and then he’d have had my wrath to deal with, as well as my agonizing grief.
“No,” I scolded myself.“Adam’s okay.He just needs rest, and so do I.”
Glancing around the room, I considered pouring myself a glass of water before bed, but I decided against it.Much though I was loath to admit it, Michel was right.I did need to sleep, and with the good news about Harper, perhaps I’d be lucky enough to grab a few hours of rest before I saw him again.
I headed for the bed and tugged back the white covers.The bed was supposed to have been Harper’s for the night, yet, due to the twisted, unforeseen circumstances, it was mine.Sliding under the blankets, I relaxed my head against the pillow.
If God really had heard my prayer and acted to save Harper, then maybe he’d enact another miracle our way and see us back in the same bed before too long.
Chapter Three
