I focused all of my attention on the small room, on anything but Callan. The small, bare room was a far cry from the extravagance of Seafoam Castle. A single, full-sized bed filled the space, its worn frame and threadbare linens a stark contrast to the castle's plush accommodations. But I had slept on worse, and anything was better than a cot in a cold basement.
"Luckily, this place has running water. Help yourself to a bath, little human." Callan said, as he sat down on the bed and began to unlace his boots. I stood frozen in place, while my heart still beat erratically in my chest, wondering what was it about him that made my body react this way? Was it his magic? Perhaps a little. But that couldn't be all of it, right?
