Masuk“Me?” I shake my head. “I saw that red dress you wore to the coronation, and I nearly wept.”She blushes prettily. “Oh, I was nothing compared to Kaloni.”I wait for Sibel to jump in and encourage her sister, but there’s a moment of quiet. Even Cirocco just stares down at his breakfast. Goddess, has
IngridI yawn and scrub my hands over my face. Morning sunlight peeks around the edges of the curtains, and Cirocco still hasn’t stopped fucking pacing.“I talked to him,” he says for what feels like the thousandth time. “And he didn’t say a word.”“He was protecting you.” I lean back against a pile
In a valley between hills, the entrance to an old mine yawns. Joli darts inside, shifts, and shimmies into a set of clothes waiting for her at the mouth. As I shift and throw on some clothes from my bag, she lights a lantern hanging on the wall.“At this stage, I figure you have more to hide than I
The footsteps grow louder. Joli’s breathing is even, steady. I flex my hands and prepare to shift.Click.She grabs my hand, not wasting time on words, and pulls me out onto the roof. I chase her over the tiles to the next glowing window, my mind spinning. Ingrid said Joli disappeared sometimes, but
AmvalWith my sister’s hand in mine, betrayal ringing in my ears, I scoot away from the crack in the floor. I don’t want to keep watching. Seeing Cirocco smooth out his expression into pleasantness and Ingrid struggling to do the same as they went to his room was enough for me.I want to go back to
The very last shred of privacy, of control I had in this Goddess-forsaken palace, stripped away from me when I wasn’t even looking. Someone else moved my lute. Hell, if I’m reading her emphasis correctly, they may have broken it. It’s the one thing that was truly mine.“Thank you,” Cirocco says dull







