Mag-log inIngrid clicks her tongue. “Sounds like I’m right.”I put a hand on her arm. Corwyn’s pride is wounded, but if we hit it too hard—well, he might not try to rush us, but this room is small enough that whoever shifts first wins the fight.Corwyn tracks the gesture with his eyes, then looks up at me aga
Finally, we reach the tiny room Ingrid stayed in when she first arrived at Som Palace and dump him in a chair.“We should tie him up,” she says.“With what?” I glance around the mostly empty room. “The sheets?”Ingrid blinks. “You’re a groom. Don’t you have rope?”“No!”She groans. So does Corwyn.“
AmvalIngrid and I lurk above Lord Rik’s rooms, waiting. I inhale slowly, exhale slower. According to Ingrid, Corwyn doesn’t have any powers, but he has the favor of at least one mage.We both hope the mage abandoned him. Or, at least, that he is cocky enough not to waste a mage’s power on a message
But he hasn’t said a word about it since he made sure I was safe and put me back on my feet. Not a joke, not even an insinuation. He hasn’t mentioned climbing as part of our plans again either.It’s a tiny detail, but I don’t know anyone else who would do it. Honestly, I don’t know if I would, if I
“Are you afraid of heights?” he asks.“No,” I reply quickly. “I sledded down one of Solberg Castle’s roofs once.”“How high was that?”I close my eyes, listen for a teasing lilt in his voice. Even Candace would tease me a little. Shit, I’m only fifteen feet off the ground—this is just practice for a
IngridWhen I wake up the next morning to a note from Amval already sitting on my windowsill, my mark hums the song we danced to last night. I barely feel tired, even though I know we stayed up late. I hum to myself as I open it.Has Corwyn been visiting Yakup?I shake my head and fold the note back







