Choso knew he didn’t have the trust of the sorcerers, not after killing so many, but this was ridiculous. He was to remain under your constant supervision to ensure that he did not defect once more.

He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly agreed, for his brother’s sake he told himself, trying not to stare at you for too long.

“I can sleep on the floor.” His bored tone didn’t match the tension in his frame as he stood in the hotel room, the singular bed a test of his self control.