CHAPTER SIXTEEN AloneSorrel eyed me with pity from beneath creased brows. His thin shoulders slumped. “Yer almost out of time, Este,” he whispered. “Yer end is near.”
I groaned and thumped my fist against the bed post. The canopy sprinkled dust onto the mattress. “And yet I sit here wasting time doing nothing!”
“It’s not a waste.” Sorrel clicked the lid closed and I resisted the urge to demand a look at my foretold demise. “Lily and I were impressed by yer chats to yerself, Este.” His lips turned downward. “But yer sadness for the Counselor broke Lily’s heart.”
I turned to avoid the tears which welled into his eyes. My private moments of grief in the depths of the night weren’t intended for the scrutiny of others. Yet a peculiar comfort came from knowing that even at my lowest, I hadn’t
