The palace still smelled faintly of wet ash the next morning, which Lillo felt was fair.The old cook had spent the night scrubbing his stove, and he glared at her over a tray of breakfast eggs with the cold dignity of a man attending a funeral. She ate every bite. A truce, she decided, was easier than starving.Afterward came the shower, in a marble bathroom bigger than her father's entire kitchen, with water that was actually hot and pressure that could strip paint. She stayed under it far longer than was polite, letting the last of the forest, the soot, and the sprinkler water swirl down the drain.It was only when she stepped out, wrapped in a towel, that she noticed the problem.Her clothes were gone. The maid had taken her sweater "for laundering" the night before and had not returned it, and her denim jacket was presumably already ashes in some furnace. The room she'd woken in on the first day was Bryce's, he had made a point of mentioning, though he had graciously been sleepin
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