9
Myla
Lincoln and I head off to the Arx Hall Pulpitum. Fortunately, my guy knows a ton of secret passages inside the palace. Together we sneak through some empty corridors that are made of old wood and filled with cobwebs. Love it. Not only will we arrive at our destination faster, but there’s also no risk of running into the Rixa Judgey Old Lady Committee.
As we march along, Lincoln gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “You can ignore Aldred’s trials, you know.”
“Me? Combat readiness trials? Try keeping me away. Plus, there might be a battle tree involved. Something new for my scrapbooks.”
Lincoln laughs. “Only you, Myla.”
“Hey, whatever the earl comes up with, I’ve fought worse.” I think back to earlier today and shudder. “I’ve drunk worse.”
“Quite true.” Lincoln narrows his eyes. “La
