Laurent shook his head. He couldn't bear the thought of being watched as he slept. He'd be vulnerable. Gansey might kill him, or take away his mask. Or worse.

"The library," he suggested. "You can sleep on the couches again. You understand now, that it would be dangerous to leave the library alone. So many of the things he designed are lovely, but terrible. Even here, in his sanctuary, he filled the rooms with cruel deathtraps. The library is safe for you."

Laurent pushed away from the wall, meaning to take him there.