Chapter 17

• Zain set his laptop on the table and opened it. He should at least check his email and the tracker again. Not everyone would know he wasn’t at his desk. The king’s tracker had moved when he’d checked it. That meant they hadn’t found and removed it.
• “Do you want the bed or the sofa?”
• He looked up to see Oaklyn in the doorway. “Doesn’t matter to me.” It didn’t. He doubted he’d sleep much at all. Until he had answers, he couldn’t.