The servants' wing in the palace was way off from that bright ballroom glow. The air here stayed cool and still, just with the old wood creaking sometimes and mice scratching around far off. For Selene, though, the quiet did not weigh her down. It felt like her safe spot. She slid into her little room and shut the door, leaning her back against it. Her breathing came heavy still from seeing Veyra's hand resting on Aurek's arm, from that quick pain when his eyes locked with hers over the crowd. The image stuck sharp in her mind, hot enough that she worried it might eat her up.No room for fear right now. No space for wanting either.She looked over to the room's corner, where a wooden chest hid under some worn-out blanket. She walked across and pulled up the lid.Five shirts sat inside, folded neatly like they meant something holy. Rough cloth, all of them, stiff from the wolfbane poison in the fibers, seams a bit crooked, but holding strong. This was her whole effort poured in, her wa
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