chapter 72

The moment the morning sky lightens, my brain stops sleeping.

“Do you think my uncle did this to us?”

“Jeez!” I press my hand to my chest to stop my heart from leaving my body. “What the fuck, Nathan!”

“I couldn’t sleep.” He’s lying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, barely blinking.

“I almost peed the bed!” Speaking of which…

I set my feet on the floor and head for the bathroom. When I come back, Nathan hasn’t changed position at all.

“Are you having some kind of crisis?” I ask, sliding back in beside him.

“My uncle didn’t trust thralls,” he murmurs. “Why would he turn to them to do anything against me?”

“What if he didn’t mean it like a bad thing?” I suggest, with the caveat, “If he did it at all.”

Nathan sighs deeply.

I scoot up close and throw my arm over his chest. He still hasn’t gotten a haircut, and a curl falls into his eyes. I would move it aside, but I’m lying on my only hand. “Maybe it was an accident.”

“I don’t think people accidentally put spells on other peopl