Nina paced the hall outside Rodrigo's chambers in her nightie, her flannel over her shoulders, her thumb in between her teeth.
She reached the end of the hall way and turned absentmindedly, an exasperated sigh leaving her lips.
With everything that had happened the previous night, he wouldn't remember the kiss. Right?
Especially with how cold he'd been that morning.
Nina stopped, shutting her eyes briefly and then she continued. She couldn't risk being away from him now, no matter what, she had to keep sleeping in his room.
Her feet stopped in front of his door. With what happened that morning, she didn't know how long she had before something went wrong.
She knew how magic worked. There were always consequences. She had been brought back with a reincarnation spell — something had to give eventually. She lifted her hands slowly and watched them. Then she closed them into fists, her nails pressing into her palms.
