Selene's POV"You should not be out of bed at this hour, child."The cook was at the end of the corridor.I had stopped at the window halfway down the hall because the moon was not quite full yet, and the moon was the thing the small animal at the base of my ribs had been trying to tell me about for the last six hours, and I had wanted, very much, to look at it.I had not heard her on the stones.She was three steps behind me. She had a basket of bread on her hip. She had a candle in her left hand, unlit. She had been on her way somewhere. She had stopped because she had seen me at the window.I turned."Cook.""Lirien."The name came out before she stopped it.I did not move.She did not move.The window above us caught the not-quite-full moon and the silver of it fell across the floor between us. We were eight feet apart. She was not looking at me. She was looking at the basket on her hip, at the small spool of grey thread tucked between the rolls, at her own knuckles where they hel
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