Kapitel 279: Living with a Dead Heart

For someone who loved sleeping enough to dedicate his life to it, Quinn hadn't gotten a lot of sleep in the past couple of days and he knew he was becoming volatile. Perhaps it was all the alcohol he drank the evening before. Although perhaps it was... something else.

His most distracting thoughts seemed to always be about the same person. The night before also played over and over in his mind.

Rather than dragging himself all the way to the mage's quarter as he normally did, the mage decided to go to the guest room he was given before. 

Quinn convinced himself that sleeping was the best medicine. With that in mind, he removed his robes, undershirt, and even his pants, finding the undershorts he wore underneath so much more comfortable for sleeping in. 

The room was hot but it was what Quinn preferred. Since the maids knew he was often cold, they always kept the fire blazing. He wondered how much wood they had wasted on his behalf.