Evie’s POV
“So she’s just… back? Just like that?”
I’m in the kitchens, where I’ve been working every morning since my arrival at the Red Lands three days ago. Ty came in to raise hell the first morning, repeatedly insisting that the work is “beneath me,” but I ignored him. Working in the kitchens is a perfectly suitable job for a refugee ex-lady-in-waiting of low birth, which is what I am now.
“Well, it was a little more complicated than just like that,” I admit to Kipp. I haven’t seen much of the little faerie since our arrival here. Really, I haven’t seen much of anyone. There’s some sort of welcoming ball being hosted in Ty’s honor in a few days, and it seems to be all anyone can focus on. “It happened when a certain someone took back a certain rejection, if you catch my drift.”
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