Chapter 373: Wake, Breeder
He rose and circled the table to press his forehead against hers. "If you need assistance, speak my name and I will come."
He disappeared, but reappeared almost instantly. "Do not say my name if it is not a crisis." He paused. "A real crisis, not a female crisis."
Her back snapped ramrod stiff of its own volition. "I'm not in the habit - "
He was gone and the room suddenly felt emptier, bigger. "That's a really irritating way to get the last word," she muttered.
She walked over and stood staring down at the sumptuous bed. It made her uneasy, as if she was an intruder in this feminine room. Everywhere she looked, riches that made her uncomfortable glinted, like false gold. She couldn't sleep here, not on that bed meant for an empress. Before the camps she'd never even travelled farther than Natalie's farm. Her room at home had been small with only a cot to sleep on.