“You can’t order me.”
“You’ll find that I can.” He continued up the stairs, past the others. “I’m your Tower Master, and it is my duty to keep you safe. Right now, the safest place for you is in my quarters. In my bed.”
“Now, you wait a minute?—”
“If a spellwasused to incapacitate your friends, then they can’t be trusted to watch over you. I, however, am immune to most magical influence.”
“I’mnotsleeping with you.”
He let out a bark of laughter. “Really? That’s where your mind goes? Don’t worry, I’ll be on the sofa.”
My face burned as we crossed a hallway and climbed yet another flight of stairs.
“What if your dreams and your sleepwalking are some kind of spell?” Dori suggested.
“Oh shit,” Clary said. “They could be.”
“We get our power back in a few days,” Benedict reminded us. “If we can keep you safe till then, we’ll figure this out once we have access to the Weave.”
“Good plan,” Vitra said as we reached the Unwoven floor. “Now get some rest. You’ll need your energy to cheer Miss Onyx on in the grading tomorrow.” He didn’t wait for their responses before continuing up the next flight of stairs to his floor.
There was no fighting this man, and frankly, I didn’t want to. I relaxed in his arms, and his grip on me eased a little.
“What happened earlier today?” he asked. “When you came back to the classroom? You were stressed about something.”
“There’s no point telling you. You’ll forget. Everyone I’ve told has forgotten.”
“Forgotten what?”
What harm would it do to explain it to him? “There was a student who went here. But something happened to her, and now every time I tell anyone about her, they forget.”
His body stiffened. “And you told me about her? You told me her name?”
“Yes. I had her journal, and I think Tamina took it. You were going to get it back for me. But you forgot. I guess you’re not as immune to magical influence as you think.”
He was silent for several beats. “Theo Moon is in the infirmary. Severe facial trauma. He refuses to name his attacker.”
I felt his regard like a warm caress and looked up to meet it. “What?”
“Do you know who attacked him?”
Tamina was a crazy bitch. The things she’d done to Ruspin were despicable, but she’d jumped in to save me from Theo. I owed her for that.
“Ana?” Vitra probed.
“I have no idea. But he probably deserved it.”
“He’s the one responsible for the bruise on your face?”
“Maybe…”
He pushed open the door to his quarters and carried me into blessed warmth. “Then yes, he deserves it.” He set me down on the sofa and knelt in front of me before gently lifting my bloody foot to examine the sole. “It’s not too bad. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He went into the neighboring room, returning a few moments later with a bowl of warm water, a washcloth, and bandages.
I sat up and reached for the cloth, but he pulled his hand away. “Sit back.”
“I can sort myself out.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “I’m sure you can.”
