“My lady,” Allister said in a tone that suggested it was not the first time, “you have an urgent message.” Nim grumbled and pushed to sitting, the light between the curtains indicating it was the small hours before dawn. “All things sacred. What sort of pompous clod—” She narrowed her eyes. Allister narrowed his own right back. “Is Wesley in the room with us?” Nim whispered. “Absolutely not,” Allister assured her. “Propriety would never allow such a slight.” There was a long silence before Nim said, “He’s just outside, isn’t he?” “Attached to the door, it would seem.” Nim groaned and fell back
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