Page 276 of Black Reign

He stops.

“I’m listening.”

“You’re asleep.”

“I’m not.”

“You just closed your eyes for fifteen seconds.”

“French blink.”

“Bed.”

“No.”

His brows lift.

I pull my robe around my legs.

“I don't want to go to a bedroom.”

Something in his expression changes immediately.

He understands.

No questions.

“All right.”

“I can sleep here.”

“Fine.”

He stands and disappears briefly.

When he returns, he has a pillow and a soft gray throw.

He places the pillow against the arm of the sofa and unfolds the blanket over me.

I stare.

“What?”

“You're very domestic for a cyber tyrant.”

“Go to sleep.”

He sits on the edge long enough to tuck the blanket around my feet.

No one has done that since Papa.

My eyes sting.

I blink it away.

Xavier starts to stand.

My hand catches his wrist.