"Please get me oil and help me message my shoulders," He answered instead. He needed to feel relaxed, to ease the trouble in his mind.
Silverena simply nodded and brought the oil. She helped him off his cloth.
Darkon stared at her as she took the cloak away, leaving his chest bare. The cloak Gabriella gave him last night. "Where are you taking it to?" He asked.
"To discard it? There's no need for it." She said.
Darkon's annoyance flared up as Silvarena mentioned discarding the cloak, but he felt foolish for his own reaction. "She will come looking for it," He said gruffly, trying to sound practical.
"Keep it somewhere safe." But as he repeated the words in his mind, confusion washed over him, his body slick with sweat. He knew he should want to destroy the cloth, but instead, he'd ordered it to be kept safe.
