The Lullaby of Wolfbane
“Like, genuinely. And you, Abby, you disarmed a guard. That was insane. Did you see his face?”
“I saw your face,” I mutter. “You looked like you were witnessing a miracle.”
“It was a miracle,” she says brightly. “A violent miracle.”
Briar walks beside us, quieter than usual but not in her normal storm, cloud way. She keeps glancing toward the service corridors like she’s expecting someone to appear, then catching herself and pretending she wasn’t.
I don’t comment.
Not because I don’t notice, because I do, but because Briar’s secrets tend to have teeth, and I’m not in the mood to bleed today.
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