Azrayel rose from the bed.
The realization followed him across the room.
He cleaned himself, pulled his robe around his body and returned to the desk, determined to put something solid between himself and the thought.
The reports had become almost useless.
He read another page concerning the border and reached the end without remembering a single sentence. He went back to the beginning, forced himself through it again and realized his attention had already shifted elsewhere.
Dythrid wanted Metheea returned.
The underground wards were holding.
Galfern remained near the border.
Yise was in command of the lower entrance.
Kalistra was with Metheea.
Azrayel stopped reading.
Kalistra was with her.
That should have reassured him.
