“Curious about Zavier’s whereabouts, Sparrow? Why don’t you ask him where he sleeps?” I’d walked right into that reply. “Maybe I’m hoping he just shows me someday.” I batted my eyelashes and gave him my sweetest smile. A throat cleared from over my shoulder. The Guardian’s smirk meant it could only be one person. I turned and found Zavier waiting. “My room shares a wall with yours,” he said. “My rangers stay on the Cleaver. I was training with them yesterday when the marroweel attacked.” “Ah.”
