Chapter 19: SchemesI TRIP ON the thick curtain to Ravel’s chamber, my feet tangling. The dark, perfumed fabric binds around me as I fall, keeping me blessedly hidden.
There’s a murmur of voices; high titters and low, pleased rumbles from beyond the muffling drapes. Squirming only wraps the folds tighter around me.
“Should have listened, should have gotten away while you had a chance, stupid stupid stupid st—” Cadence mutters fast and low, like a prayer.
I hate her. It’s her fault we’re in this mess. If she hadn’t distracted me—
“So.” Ravel’s voice is a spear of ice.
Ice that melts immediately in a flush of embarrassment. Suddenly the heavy drapes are stifling. I can’t breathe.
“What have we here? A fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Refuge spy.”
The drapes unwind in a dizzy whir
