Chapter Eleven: Footsteps in the DarkCouldn't sleep after the feast. there was too much sitting in my head, Ashby's needling, Kael's warning, the look on Damian's face right before he turned back to his court. Gave up somewhere past midnight and went looking for water instead of just staring at the ceiling.The kitchens were empty that late, everybody long gone to bed, just banked coals glowing low in the hearth and the smell of bread from whatever they'd baked earlier. Found a cup, filled it, stood there a minute just breathing, glad for one room in that castle that didn't come with somebody watching me.Then I heard it. Footsteps in the corridor, slow, careful, the kind of careful that's not about respecting anybody's sleep. I froze, cup halfway to my mouth, listening.They stopped right outside the door.Told myself it was probably a guard doing rounds. Kept telling myself that right up until the door eased open an inch, no knock, nothing, just a sliver of dark hallway and somebo
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