“You’ll be able to sleep when we get to Zivost, Khosana.” He touched his jaw again, his gaze thoughtful. “At least for a bit.” I pouted; he was plotting more for me. I was so tired I couldn’t muster the energy to be ashamed of a little lip-droppage. “How much longer? I mean until we get there.” I wasn’t ready to hear how little rest I’d be granted. His gaze dropped to my lips, and his reply came out strangled. “One day.”
