Chapter 21: LiwanRAVEL GRABS MY WRISTS. Feathers spill everywhere. I shake my head, yank against his grip. It’s Cadence who’s crying, not me. Not me. I don’t deserve to cry.
It’s my fault. I want to tell him. Ravel. I want to tell him it’s my fault, but I can’t. I can’t get the words out, I can’t breathe, I—
Ravel lets go of one hand and tucks me into his side. I bury my free hand in my hair again and yank.
“Oh, flame, no. No, it’s okay. It’s okay. I thought you understood. I didn’t expect—it’s my fault. I should have prepared you better.”
He curls over me, shielding me from view, and sweeps me away from the dancers, back into the stillness of the private room. He settles me onto the bed and kneels, reaching up to work my hands free of the snarled mess of hair and feathers.
He doesn’t
