Thorne steps closer. “Are you all right?” Wincing, I continue to massage my temples in slow circles. “My head is killing me.” I sense Thorne studying my profile. “Did you take your eyril today?” The odd question stills my fingers. “Doesn’t everyone at Flighthaven?” The evasion rolls off my tongue. He lifts a shoulder. “At Flighthaven? Maybe. Other kingdoms? Not necessarily.”
