CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Asphodel was shivering. She felt cold. Colder than the weather would suggest.
Pulling her cloak around her, she tried to isolate herself from those around. Her companions respected her silence and walked surrounding her, as though to protect her.
They reached the side gate of the temple and entered, parting to go to their separate rooms.
Shimilla opened the door, and Asphodel entered and threw herself onto her bed.
Vass, dead? No, it can’t be.
Had the drug killed him, or was it something else? Had he done the unthinkable and taken his own life? No, he wouldn’t do that. He was an elf, and elves found the taking of life unthinkable, except for food. Even then, they apologised to the creature, and to Grillon.
She turned over and sat. “That wasn’t true, you know. It was
