“Was that your lover?” Thorat asked. “For now,” Darna said, as if Tevan hadn’t been pursuing her since before she left the temple, for entirely too long. For all that, he’d never met her oldest friends in the city. He’d never wanted to. “Do you want a cup of tea? I have some warm already,” Darna offered. It was the dregs of the pot, but it was still warm. “I think you’d better sit,” Thorat said. Darna hesitated. She had two stools beside her writing table, but she sat down on the bed instead. Thorat took the closer stool and sat down facing her. He took a deep, shaky breath. He seemed nervous, but Thorat was never nervous. He always seemed unerringly sure of himself, but now he glanced worriedly at the gap between the drawn curtains. “This place isn’t safe for you,” he said. “I think y