The sun is creeping across the bedroom and spilling onto the bed when I wake up. I've slept longer than I meant to. I roll on to my side, looking for Skye. I don't see her immediately and launch myself out of the bed. I search the bedroom, thinking she must've fallen off the bed, but come up empty-handed.
Where the f**k did she go? She wasn't in any condition to leave on her own, but no one would have removed her from the room without my permission.
Heedless of my nudity, I stride into the corridor where Kingston is already standing guard, having relieved our night watchman.
"Skye?" I demand harshly, my heart hammering.
Kingston jerks his head toward the washroom. "In there - "
He continues speaking, but I ignore him, throwing the door to the bathing chamber open.
Skye, who was leani
