Mag-log inThe rest of dinner passed by in a blur. I forced myself to eat, not wanting Carlin to have a reason to hover, especially after he'd already seen me collapse from forgetting to eat before. He was already protective, and now, with everything that had happened, I knew he'd be even more so. However, the knowledge that I *needed* to eat and the *desire* to eat were two very different things. I listlessly pushed a piece of food around my plate with my fork. Sud
The rest of dinner passed by in a blur. I forced myself to eat, not wanting Carlin to have a reason to hover, especially after he'd already seen me collapse from forgetting to eat before. He was already protective, and now, with everything that had happened, I knew he'd be even more so. However, the knowledge that I *needed* to eat and the *desire* to eat were two very different things. I listlessly pushed a piece of food around my plate with my fork. Suddenly, someone spoke across the table, but I couldn't even register what they said. Ev let out a laugh, and then Zin said something that elicited a mutter from Carlin that sounded suspiciously like a threat.Normally, I would have listened and probably contributed. However, tonight their voices blurred together, becoming little more than noise. The word "elf" kept circling through my thoughts. My fingers drifted toward my ear before I caught myself a
I looked at my hands. They were trembling so badly that the spoon rattled against the table.“My whole life is built around something they took from me.”Carlin leaned closer, lowering his voice even though everyone at the table was already listening.“It only matters because it matters to you,” he said. “It matters because someone lied to you. It matters because they hurt you and taught you to hide part of yourself.” His gaze flicked toward my exposed ears. “But it doesn’t change who you are.”My throat tightened. “You didn’t know what I was ten minutes ago.”“I knew exactly what you were.” Carlin said with a crooked grin
“I think you’re half-elf.”The words struck the table like a dropped blade. Before I could decide whether to laugh, argue, or admit that some terrible part of me already believed him, Ev slammed her cup down. Water jumped over the rim.“Zeph there is a time and place for such an announcement.” Ev SnappedZeph turned toward her. “The timing is irrelevant.”“The timing is absolutely relevant.” Ev bit back.7“Would the truth be different if I waited until morning?” Zeph countered“No, but perhaps Nera would prefer not to have her entire identity torn apart while holding a spoon.”
For a moment, only the crackling hearth and the scrape of spoons filled the silence. Zin drained the last of her drink.“So,” she said, “how did this collection of suspiciously attractive disasters meet?”“Sir Garret,” Ev answered.Zin looked around the table. “All of you?”“More or less,” Carlin said.“Sir Garret saved my mother and I when I was small. She helped him before she passed,” Ev explained. “He discovered I was good at listening where people forgot I could hear them.”“You spied for him,” I said.“I gathered useful inf
The camp's dining hall, occupying most of the squat stone building, featured two long tables stretching across the room beneath wooden rafters darkened by years of smoke. Bowls, cups, and mismatched spoons covered nearly every available surface, and the air carried the scent of roasted onions, fresh bread, and a thick stew bubbling in an iron pot near the hearth.My stomach twisted hard enough to remind me that I’d eaten almost nothing since morning.Ev had claimed a place near the fire. Zeph sat across from her, his back to the wall and his attention divided between the room’s two exits. Zin occupied the bench beside him, though the space between them suggested Zeph had been steadily moving away from her.When Zin saw us, her eyes first scanned my borrowed shirt before shifting to Carlin, her smile wide
My ears burned, but neither of us said anything more. Climbing out of the tub, I immediately regretted leaving its warmth. The cool air on my damp skin raised goose bumps along my arms. I dried myself quickly, acutely aware of Carlin waiting just outside the door.Clean clothes were folded on the bench. Although the trousers fit well enough once I tightened the drawstring, the shirt was several sizes too large. In fact, the hem fell well below my hips, and the sleeves swallowed my hands completely. I rolled each sleeve three times. They still covered my knuckles.“Are you dressing or escaping through a hidden tunnel?” Carlin called.“I’m considering both.”“I checked. There isn’t a window.” Carlin chuckled
The tea room glowed with firelight and polite chatter, silver spoons clinking gently against porcelain cups. Yet despite the warmth, my father’s cold anger clung to me like frost, coiling tighter the longer I lingered at his side. Something gnawed at him beneath that regal composure, and I
“Come on, Belladonna. If I have to be awake, so do you.” I shoved gently at the great furry mass hogging my blankets. Bella cracked open one amber eye, huffed a hot breath that smelled faintly of venison scraps, and sprawled wider across the bed. Her thick coat was warm under my hand,
“Come on, Nera! Wake up! We have very important company today!” The shrill voice of my lady's maid Hana cut through my dreams like a knife. I groaned, curling deeper into the tangle of sheets, I didn’t want to get up. I was having such a nice dream of the forest. Another knock on my door had me fi
That was a clear threat. My stomach knotted so tightly I thought I might be sick. The murderous glint in Remier’s eyes almost pinned me in place. Move. I had to move. By the grace of the goddess, my legs obeyed, carrying me down the corridor toward my father’s study.Knock. Knock. Knock“Come in.”







