Her comfort doesn’t matter. He wasn’t sure who the thought came from—the demon or himself. He only knew it was a lie.
“Bathe, change and eat,” he forced himself to say. “No one will bother you.” He paused. “Is there anything else you might require?”
She walked around him in a wide half circle, turning to face him almost immediately, as if she didn’t trust him at her back. “Freedom would be nice.”
“Besides that.”
Her gaze scanned the room. He didn’t like how pale she was, how wobbly and withdrawn. She had not been so drained last night, even in the bitter chill of the forest. “What about wiping out my memory of the past few days?”
“Besides that,” he repeated darkly, not liking that she wanted to forget him.
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