Page 89 of Enchanted Heir
He yawned. “Well now that I am warmed up, I’m shot. You read. I’ll sleep.”
I thought he’d go to the bed, but then he was moving on the couch to lay down. I almost told him to go to the bed, but then he put his head on my leg, using me as his pillow, and I found myself shutting up.
In less than ten minutes, the tormented prince fell asleep with his head in my lap.
* * *
Owen came in,knocking gently on the door. I was almost finished with the entire first journal. And I had drank all my tea, therefore I needed to use the lavatory, but Krew was still sleeping soundly on me.
“Hey,” Owen said gently. “You guys good?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Owen nudged Krew’s feet. “Krew. Time to get up. Dinner is soon.”
Krew jerked awake and blinked a few beats, as if remembering where he was. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head and ran a hand down his face. “Did you just say that dinner was soon?”
Owen gave him a nod.
“I slept all afternoon?” he asked, bewildered.
Owen’s lips twitched. “So it would seem.”
He slowly sat up. “Okay, I’ll go change.”
Owen gave him a nod as he turned to leave. “I’m leaving in an hour. Easton will be here to guard Jorah after that.”
Krew gave him a nod before rolling his neck to stretch it. “Thanks.”
“Will you be all right tonight?” I asked him. “Being around your father.”
“Would you like to come with?”
I gave my head a little shake. “Am I allowed to? I mean, I thought I was only supposed to go the one time.”
Krew gave his shoulders a shrug. “I don’t really care anymore. It’s been just Keir and me the past few nights.”
I considered that. Was this his way of telling me he needed or wanted me there? “I can throw on a dress, just let me know.”
“I’ll ring for Silvia,” he said with a smile. “We have to leave in twenty.”
With a gasp, I was up and running.
I heard him laugh as I shut the door.
* * *
Twenty minutes later,I was in a maroon dress and had a light makeup application on. My hair was in a braid, the best Silvia and I could do short on time.
“Ready?” Krew asked.
“Not quite,” I told him.
He cocked his head and looked me over. “You look lovely, Jorah.”
I smirked. “That’s not it.”
He squinted. “Okay.”
