Insignia

Asty tossed and turned above her bed. Her mind was boggled indisposition because of what the Count had confessed to her. She covered her cheeks with soft, white blankets and did not even care about the creature looking at her from the window.

She was too busy trying to absorb what Chaol had told her. His dark voice etched into her brain like a tattoo.

"You are sold to me."

Asty's exhausted eyes looked at the creature from the window, peeking at her. She heaved a sigh and whispered. "Are all of you Night Hallows just as unpredictable as he was?"

The creature did not respond.

"I did not even expect that I had chosen to mend someone who had the chance to kill me. I mean, the count must be joking,