I came home yesterday, Jane replied flatly, and she twitched. Once, she had been the most beautiful girl I had ever known. Now she looked like she had leukemia.
I couldn’t get it balanced in my head. But there it was.Another truth I’d been made to face—another facet of myself I had to come to terms with.
Deciding not to go outside, despite the pleasant sunlight, I turned right down another corridor. Following the ribbons of pathways, I moved toward the bowels of the house.After a few minutes, the rumble of voices came from an ajar door.I didn’t want to get caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to, but I couldn’t stop my abhorrent curiosity.
Tiptoeing closer, I peeked inside.There were two men in leather jackets, laughing as they packed guns into a satchel. I leaned forward for a better vantage. Guns?
The floorboards creaked beneath my toes, whipping their heads up.
My heart sank. Kestrel and Flaw.As she sank below, she wrestled free from the coat. It unfurled above, a distraction as well as a shield to hide Iseult while she flew downstream in a world without breath. A world without control.
After bathing under Lev’s watchful eye, Vaness and Safi were forced to don their filthy, torn clothes.Lev shot them each an apologetic look at the bathhouse exit. Zander went to find clothes for you, she said, then she took up position behind the women and sent them marching back to their fourth-floor room.
They found Zander waiting inside, his face turned down to his toes. I got several gowns. I wasn’t sure what ladies like you might want to wear.Safi didn’t need her magic to feel the honesty shivering off Zander’s proclamation. Against her better judgment, she caught herself smiling. Thank you, Hell-Bard.