"Con—Con—" "Shh," he said, the whisper dragging a shudder through me, the sound matching the dragging of a tail over stone, or an uneven footstep. "You fell asleep. I thought you'd want your bed." I was here in the castle. Conall was in front of me. I was not in my cell. I threw myself into Conall's chest and he sighed, gathering warm arms around my back. "There you are, mo chroí. You're safe. I have you."
