“Wonderful.I’ll finish everything after breakfast so you can have your study back as quickly as possible.”
Wyndham hummed.“Perhaps, if you’re not opposed, Roger and I could join you both and watch?”
Sage’s head jerked around to stare at Wyndham.Conrad shrugged again.“I’m not opposed.It’s nothing particularly fancy or interesting, though.Just a standard cleaning spell.Although I did add some silver birch for an added boost.”He grinned.“Sage was quite scandalized at the idea of my using cabbage or asparagus for the spell.”
Roger chuckled.“Yes, human magic can be tragically lacking in glamor sometimes, can’t it?Fae magic is so…majestic.”
Wyndham snorted.“All right.That’s all sorted.Off to bed now.”
Conrad wanted to laugh at his bossy tone, but he took Sage’s hand as they exited the study and returned to their room.Sage set his shoes and clean clothes by the vanity and they both crawled into bed, blew out their candles, and settled close without a word.
“Are you all right?”Conrad said, pulling an arm around Sage’s shoulders.
“Yes.”
“I’m so sorry about your clothes.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“Well—”
“It wasn’t your fault, Conrad.”He sighed and nestled closer.“Thank you for cleaning them for me.”
“I’ll finish the rest tomorrow.”
“I know.”Sage slid his hand up to Conrad’s chest.“I trust you,” he whispered.
