It seemed like basic logic, and I was flabbergasted at having to explain this to the half-blood. Something was up.
“I’m afraid I’d rather not. Plus, you two are acquainted well enough. It’ll be like a sleepover,” he said.
I stared at him, mouth agape.
“Good night!” He said briskly before closing the adjoining door in my face.
I gasped in offense. “You! You…” Unable to think of an appropriate swear to describe the half-blood, I kicked the door for good measure.
My outburst only succeeded in making my hoof hurt. I wandered over to the nearest bed and sat down.
It was not fair. How could he call me “my lady” and not even understand that I was one?
Levent stood and closed our side of the adjoining door.
I looked up at him, smiling grimly, “I don’t know what his problem is.”
The kin stared at the door for a moment before he muttered, “I suspect I know.”
“What?”
The kin shook his head and walked over to the other bed. All Levent did during the day was sit and observe people. I guess it made sense he would have a little bit more insight into the half-blood’s behavior.
I curled up on the bed, sticking my face in the pillow. Sharing a small space with the dragon-kin was just inviting disaster and embarrassment. I listened to him walk around the room, surprisingly quiet for someone his size.
I only looked up when I heard the door leading out into the hallway open. I flipped around to see Levent slinking out the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
We just got him out of jail and now he was going out?
“I have some business to attend to,” he said simply.
“At this time of night-er-morning?”
“Yes.”
I sighed. “Be careful. I don’t want to have to break you out of prison again.”
The kin contemplated the doorknob for a moment before he whispered, “I will” and walked out.