Chapter 10 The Weight Of A Bond
- "You're doing it again," Rhett said.
- I looked up from the mortar and pestle, herbs crushed into a fine green paste under my fingers. "Doing what?"
- "Staring off into nothing. Like you're somewhere else." He leaned against the doorframe of the healer's wing, arms crossed, watching me with an ease that hadn't been there four days ago. "Third time since I got here."