Chapter 27

Morning comes too slow. I barely sleep and when I do I have nightmares about Gerard's face laughing while people die around him. When I finally give up on sleep the sun isn't even up yet.

Drogo is already awake. He's sitting by the window sharpening his sword. The sound of metal on stone fills the room.

"Did you sleep at all?" I ask.

"A little. You?"

"Not really."

He sets the sword down and looks at me. "You don't have to be there today. When we question Gerard."

"I want to be there."

"It's going to get ugly."

"Good. He deserves ugly."

Drogo studies my face for...