The torchlight caught the sheer fabric of Celeste's dress, the shadows moving against her skin in ways that were not accidental. She stood in the doorway of Orion's sitting room with her dark hair loose and her chin lifted, and whatever she had been expecting to find when she walked through that door, it was clearly not Adrienne standing in the middle of the room.Adrienne did not move. She stood with her weight balanced evenly, her bare feet on the cold stone, the too-large shirt falling off one shoulder, the trousers bunched at her ankles. The bandaging beneath the shirt pulled slightly when she breathed but she did not let it show on her face. She had taken worse wounds and stood through longer nights and she was not going to sway or lean or give Celeste anything.Celeste recovered quickly. Her expression smoothed into something careful, something that was trying very hard to look like she belonged here. She dropped into a curtsy, shallow and quick, the kind of courtesy that did ex
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