"That very much depends on what you plan to do."
An odd tightness still swam through him, and I frowned. "Azriel, Lucian is on our side."
"For the moment, it would appear so."
"Then why not give the distrust and anger up, because it’s fucking annoying."
Something flickered through his eyes. Surprise perhaps. "I was not aware that it was affecting you so. I shall try to be more circumspect."
Which meant even more contained. I wasn’t entirely sure I was happy about that, because as much as his doubts about Lucian irritated me, I couldn’t deny the fact that I rather enjoyed getting these odd snatches of thought and emotion from him.
"You can’t have it both ways," he commented softly. "The link between us will continue to strengthen the longer I am near. If I manage to contain the seepage of what I might be feeling in regard to the Aedh, then I will contain it all."
"So just how strong will this link get?"
He shrugged. "I don’t know."
Liar, I thought, and again saw that flicker in his eyes. But all he said was, "You have six hours until we meet the Aedh. What do you intend to do?"
I let out a huge yawn that basically answered his question, and said, "What do you think?"
A small smile touched his lips. "Then I shall guard."
"What, you’ve got nothing better to do than watch me sleep?"
"Apparently not." The mirth died. "Rest, Risa. You need it."
My name sounded like chocolate on his lips—sweet and rich. I gave myself a mental slap and spun around, heading for the bed. I stripped and climbed in, not looking at him but at the same time very aware of his presence. I closed my eyes and felt exhaustion sweep over me. Even so, that awareness had curiosity—along with a whole lot of other things I didn’t want to dwell on—stirring.