to make sense why Maes had chosen this location. It was obvious he knew it, knew the area.
He nodded for me to follow him, and Colt and Daniel tagged along. We stopped in the hall.
“A main bathroom is here.” He pointed to a door further down on the right. He took a step across the hall, opening another door and turning on a light. “And this is where I think you should stay, Cheyenne.”
A large bed filled the center of the room, with a gold chandelier hanging over it. The fireplace was marble, with chairs sitting around it covered in cloths. I stepped over the threshold and my skin prickled. This was Marcus’s room.
“No.” I shook my head and stepped back, bumping into Brogan’s chest. “I won’t stay in here, Maes. Give me a bunk.”
“So you can murder us in our sleep?” Brogan said coolly.
I turned to face irritated brown eyes.
“Well, you’re the ones who brought me here, so obviously I can’t go anywhere.” I held my ground. Sleeping in the same bed or even staying in the same room Marcus had wasn’t going to happen.
“ It was a mistake,” he said. “Just like putting our faith in you.”
Colt pulled me away from Brogan, pushing me behind him.
“And what are you going to do, Colt? You’re powerless, thanks to Cheyenne!” Brogan snapped. “Not that you had much in the first place…”
“Enough!” Maes shoved them apart. “Go make up the other rooms. There’s plenty to do yet.”
Brogan hissed as he passed. Judge as he might, I was right in the decision I made, even if I didn’t know how I was going to defeat Marcus. They’d see that what I was telling them was true one day, but I hoped it wouldn’t be too late.
Colt and Daniel pulled the mattresses from the storage room and began stacking them as I went back to the room and dusted the bunks. Colt had found a broom and cleaning supplies. Within hours, we had the two rooms cleaned and aired out.
Daniel disappeared to let the others know of our progress while I sat down on the red runner in the hall. I was getting tired again, and the ache behind my eyes had returned. I leaned against the wall, rubbing my temple.
“ You’re tired, aren’t you?” Colt commented as he squatted beside me. He brushed a stray hair back.
“ It’ll pass,” I replied, trying to convince myself. I wasn’t sure I wanted to sleep after my last dream.
“In time, but it’s already been five days since your marriage.”
I stared at him blankly. I’d been awake for at least two of those five days…
“ You held me while I slept for three days?”
“Well, I couldn’t just lay you down and leave.” He gave a faint smile that quickly faded. “I was more than willing to take care of you after all I put you through.”
And Callon had been gone for five days as well…
My mind whirled around the past events. All the cruel words he’d spoken to me, all the torment I had to endure at his hands…but he was the one who shoved me into the room that led me to find Sahara’s journals. And without those journals I wouldn’t have found the truth.
“ I almost killed you, Colt,” I whispered. “I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I had.”
“But you didn’t. You stopped.” He reached for my hand and squeezed it. He glanced down the hall, soft footsteps pattered on the steps. “Why don’t you go rest? I’ll take care of the other rooms.”
He helped me up and led me to a bunk, pulling down the covers.
“ I’ll come and check on you later. I’ll find out the bathing arrangements and then you can get cleaned up.”
I crawled under the blankets and lay staring out the open window. Birds were chirping, and the sun’s last rays were filtering through the space. At least we’d have more sunshine here than in Ireland, although my sunshine was now leaning down to kiss my forehead before he disappeared out the door.
Rest would help me regain my powers. It shouldn’t be too much longer till they were restored, but then