I collapsed into a chair as soon as Fisher got me into the tent, but he shook his head, hauling me out of it again by my wrists. “I don’t think so, Little Osha. Come on. Here. You’re sleeping in the bed.” “With you?” It was a challenge. I was done tiptoeing around this now. Fisher’s brow dipped for a second. He seemed frustrated, but he nodded. “I need to go and talk to Ren first. But yes. I’ll be sleeping here. With you.” “All right, then.” “But first”—he pulled a face—“you need a bath.”
