LOGINI barely manage to find a waste bucket before everything I had for breakfast retches out. My throat burns. My vision is blurry. I dry heave every single thing in my stomach, warmth seeps out of the corners of my eyes. I can’t breathe. The smell of blood is everywhere. I sit there, holding the edges
The smell of rotting flesh is disgusting. Its muscle memory to pull the gloves over my hands, pick a scalpel off the medical tray. The body on the metal table in front of me has no head. ‘You have to take a sample of flesh, a sample of blood and take a look at the internal organs.’ Aunt Cynthia’s
How adorable. Apparently, I’m the only one who thinks so, since when I turn back around, everyone from the fourth prince and the first order to passing strangers and our coachman is looking on in disbelief. Is it so difficult to imagine Zen would get along with children? “Don’t leave your mouth ha
“My Lady, am I mistaken or is the fourth prince avoiding me?” I look up from knotting the satchel to my belt to face Zen. There’s a slight furrow in his brows, and he looks at Lukas, standing far, far from us and talking with the first order soldiers. The fourth prince has indeed, been avoiding Ze
I need to move. But even as I think that, I cant bring myself to move. He’s holding me too firmly, I think, entirely reasonable. I won’t be able to slip away like this. Even the most critical part of me can’t find that to be entirely an excuse. After last night, I doubt there’s anyone who would lik
I wake up to the sound of a door knock. My sleep hazed brain registers the sound, recognizes it, and promptly ignores it in favor of cuddling into the warmth of my bed once more. I don’t want to wake up just yet, since last night I fell asleep so late— Last night? My eyes open, blurry with sleep,
Lady Starcovesky gives me a somber glance, and closes the door behind. The smell of blood and the sound of singing is forever burned in my memory. “Did you pray for her?” She asks me, her eyes downcast “Will… she find peace?” I’m at a loss for words. Everything that comes to mind turns to dust on
Thunder roars above our heads. Lady Starcovesky growls lowly “We are not murders, boy. We aren’t going to harm the girl.” Zen says nothing, only looks down at her icily. The expression on his face is inscrutable, and if it wasn’t for the utter stillness of his frame, I would think he’s as calm as
“It must’ve been hard for you, Mr. Heisen.” Lukas picks up his cup, observes the tea and sets it back down “If you don’t mind, could we see Raiden’s usual lodging?” “Err, that’s a bit,” Mr. Heisen looks away, twisting his mustache Zen pulls a heavy bag from his belt and sets it on the table. Clink
I almost choke on my tea, “You did what?” Zen expression is as placid as ever, “He was making me dance. My brother made fun of me. Of course, I thought if I got rid of the teacher, I would get rid of the teasing.” “What happened to him then?” I ask, morbidly curious “Did you manage to kill someone







