Adonay
I pushed open the castle door, muttering under my breath as I strode up the stairs. Why were my emotions soaring with Ishtar? I’d always been the sensible older brother. The one who scavenged for food. Stole food. Begged for food when I was desperate. The villagers never let me forget that. I don’t know why I clung to our old life after Asher bit me. I guess the familiarity was comforting, but I no longer felt comfortable returning to that life. To the cabin where our parents left us alone. To the village that hadn’t helped the starving children. Ishtar might be the reason I didn’t want to return to my lonely little cabin, but I couldn’t let her be the only reason.
As I paused in front of her bedroom door, I pressed my ear to the wood and listened for the killer crow. Maybe I shou
