While she supposed he had a point, the idea of people coming in while they slept (and how had she slept through that?) was profoundly disturbing. It wasn't enough that they kidnapped people, but they had to violate the sanctity of their rooms as they slept as well?
Katrina shivered and held the book lightly between her palms. "Shall I hide it away?" she murmured as she gazed at him, dark eyes intent. She didn't want it sitting out itn plain sight if it was going to bother him, nor was she inclined to simply surrender it to someone else. But they could hide it away within this room. In the closet, in a drawer they weren't using. It never did occur to her to wonder who the bible had been meant for. It was "her" room, yes (theirs now, truly), but it was clearly meant for him. "You shouldn't have to look on it," she murmured.
She feathered her thumb across the edges of the pages before she glanced up to him, curious what he'd want done with the book.