that it wouldnât matter. It wasnât very merciful, but as heâd told Ghleannaâhis mercy only stretched so far.
Then again, everyone learned that about him eventually.
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Ghleanna finished sharpening the blades of her axes, her sword, and her knives. By the time she slid the last blade into her boot, the door to the bedroom her brothers slept in openedâfollowed by a nightmarish amount of snoringâand closed.
Yawning and rubbing his face with his hands, Addolgar dropped onto the stair right beneath Ghleanna. Unlike Bram, heâd never be able to sit next to her without his shoulders forcing her into the wall.
âAnything?â he asked around a yawn.
âNope. Quiet.â
âGet some sleep. We have a few hours before the suns rise. I can take it from here.â
âYou sure?â
âAye. Go, sister. Because nothing is worse in the morning than you without enough sleep. Cranky cow that you are.â
âThank you so much for that. The love of my kin simply overwhelms me.â
Addolgar motioned her away with a flick of his hand and Ghleanna walked up to the room sheâd put the royal in.
âOy,â her brother whispered. âWhat are you doing?â
âSleeping with the royal. Itâs just for a few hours.â
Her brother grinned. âSaucy wench.â
âI just mean Iâm staying in the same room, you dirty bastard.â She pointed at the room her younger brothers slept in. âYou canât expect me to put up with that for the next few hours?â
âNo, no. I really canât.â
Ghleanna stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
The royal slept fully clothed on his stomach, his long silver hair reaching down his back, his head resting on his crossed arms. And, except for his breathing, he was silent.
No. Sheâd not be sleeping in her brothersâ room this night. Not when she could sleep in wonderful silence without having to make herself deaf first with one of her blades.
Ghleanna carefully placed her two axes and her sword on the wood chest at the foot of the bedâshe still had blades strategically placed in her boots and inside her chainmail shirt and leggings should something need to be killed during the nightâand eased onto the mattress beside Bram. He didnât even move or wake up and she realized how exhausted he must be.
Once she was stretched out on her back, one arm behind her head, the other at her side, Ghleanna let out a luxurious sigh. Now sheâd be able to sleep like a baby.
That is until Bram wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her in tight against his body. Ghleanna froze. Was he awake? She didnât think so.
She tried to remove his hand from her waist, but he only gripped her tighter. Then he moved closer, pushing into her side, resting his head on her shoulder, his face turned toward hers. His eyes were still closed and his breathing normal. He was asleep but . . . still. He was awfully affectionate while he slept.
âBram?â she whispered, loath to wake him up, but . . . still. âBram.â
He moved around a bit, sighed out, âMore oil. Bring me more oil so we can see all those delicious scars.â
Good gods, what was he going on about? Or maybe she didnât want to know.
Deciding there were worse ways she could be spending the nightâlike in a room with her brothersâGhleanna stopped worrying and went to sleep.
It was the first good sleep sheâd had without the help of ale in six bloody months.
Chapter 6
âWake up!â a voice boomed, shocking Bram into wakefulness. âThe two suns are nearly up and we must face the day!â
âShut up, Addolgar,â another, sweeter voice said from beside him.
âDonât have all day, sister. We need to get on the road. Many miles to go.â
âI am quite aware. Now piss off! â
âSuit yourself.â
The door slammed shut and the body