Morning crept in quietly, pale light filtering through the gaps in the heavy curtains, and the faint sound of shuffling stirred her from the last fragile threads of sleep. The noise pulled her fully into consciousness, sharpening her awareness of the room around her.
Still, she kept her eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep as she listened carefully to the movements of whoever else was in the room with her. For a brief, dreadful moment, she wondered if Hairan had returned from wherever he had stormed off to the night before.
But the footsteps were too light for his.
There was more than one person in the room.
