ElaraThe guard walked me in and let go of my arm. "Don't move," he said, and left, shutting the door behind him.One knee buckled. I threw a hand back, caught the door frame behind me and stayed up.Sera sat at her table by the window, a quill in her hand. She was going through a stack of pages, about half of them covered in tight, dark script. A half-full cup sat on the table, a jug beside it.She didn't look up. A few more lines, then she set the quill down. She turned the page and read, slowly, deliberately, and took a sip. I watched her throat move as she swallowed. The fire crackled in the hearth and furs lay on the floor, but my gaze was drawn to the woman lying on them.She had curly hair and bare feet, and she lay curled on her side. Her eyes followed me, her head tilted to one side.Sera let me stand there for a moment, and I knew she could smell Rurik on me.Sera dipped her quill and wrote something down. "One night in Rurik's cabin," she said as she wrote, still not lookin
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