When Cale, Harriet, Isla and Sybil arrived back at the Helix, another door had appeared beside the one that lead to Piadrian’s bedroom.
Cale’s room was the same size as Piadrian’s, but lacked the rows of bookshelves. It was too spacious. In the far right corner of the room was his bed, and way over to the left was a writing desk and trunk. Cale lay in on his bed—on top of the covers. Three arched windows lined the right side of the room, though his room wasn’t high enough to see beyond the noble keeps. The warm breeze was a soothing whisper rushing over his face; it made his eyes feel heavy. His chest was melting into the mattress.
*What do you think she wants?* Ellie’s voice asked.
*Ashforth? Probably the same thing everyone wants. Power.*
*Over the magi? Why would she want that? The order provides the nobles with anything they could possibly want.*
Cale yawned. *Perhaps she feels she’s too old for a babysitter.*
*Well, that I understand.*