The First Sacrifice

The next morning, as instructed, Sephora got up before sunrise to dress into her fighting leathers. And although, she slept better than she had the previous night, Sephora had still been tossing and turning in her covers. Still worrying over the information she'd withheld from her mate.

She wanted to tell him everything, tell him of Vince's plan, tell him the good that changing the veil would do. Sephora would have asked Ambrose why he'd refused Vince to change the veil-stones, but that would only cause suspicion, and call into question the reason behind the peace-meeting she'd suggested. So Sephora was left to silently suffer, and wait in dread and anticipation for Vince's arrival.

Sephora strolled out of the double-doors, of the pastel green breakfast room, and into the garden. The air was crisp and cool as she took a deep breath into her lungs, savoring it's freshness and the gorgeous faint smell of roses. The sun hadn't come up yet, and so a light mist hung over the gardens, besto