Sebastian POV

It wasn’t until the dawn of the next day that Andreas regained enough lucidity to become coherent again.

“Water?”

His voice cracked on the second syllable, the lack of moisture in his mouth robbing him of that charming rolling cadence that he normally had. I rested the traveler’s journal I was reading face down on the nightstand, bringing the goblet of water to his patched lips. He drank, slow at first, until ...