Chapter 1ODALYSI did not cry at my father's funeral.People expected me to. I could feel it in the way they looked at me, the way their eyes stayed on my face a second too long, waiting for it to crack. But Ashfords don't cry in public. My mother taught me that when I was six, and my father made sure I never forgot it.So I stood by his coffin in my black dress and my black gloves, and I shook every hand that came to me."He was a great man, Odalys.""Thank you.""You're so strong, my dear. So strong.""Thank you.""If you need anything at all, anything—""Thank you."I said it so many times the words stopped meaning anything. My face hurt from holding it still. The priest's voice went on and on, and the wind pulled at the white flowers on the coffin, and I kept thinking one thing. He's gone, and he never said sorry.Then the whispers started.It began at the back of the crowd, soft at first. Then heads started turning, one by one, like a wave. I didn't need to turn around. I alread
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