The day passed slowly.
Gilbert's inn wasn't exactly equipped for entertainment. The shelves held more dust than bottles, the chairs groaned under the slightest weight, and the one book I found turned out to be a shipping manifest from six years ago. Riveting stuff.
Kassie spent most of the day in meditation — or whatever she called sitting motionless with her eyes closed and her presence radiating "do not disturb" energy so intensely that even the flies avoided her corner of the room.
Nisha disappeared for several hours. When she returned, she said nothing about where she'd been, and I knew better than to ask.
Levi and Tristan played some card game I didn't recognize, using rules that seemed to change every hand. Tristan won more often than not, which told me either he was cheating or Levi was letting him win. Knowing Levi, probably both.
