stifle a yawn. “I think we should call it a night.” “Of course – your feeble body requires rest.” I roll my eyes at him. “Who are you calling feeble? I moved all those heavy locomotives by myself, thank you very much.” Although Alaric was fitter than I expected, lifting antique tables with one hand and rushing about with cacti-filled terrariums without ever being out of breath. I try not to imagine the muscled, fit body beneath those stuffy, old-fashioned clothes, but I fail. I smile at him. “You need rest, too.”
