Wren's POV
Sleep finds me eventually, sometime after Sable finally convinces me to leave the corridor where Adrian's empty cell still smells faintly of him, and I fall into it too exhausted to fight whatever waits on the other side. My body aches in ways I don't fully understand, some deep muscular exhaustion that has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with whatever the fire demanded of me in that courtyard, a bill I'm only now starting to feel come due.
Sable walked me to my door herself, refusing to leave until she'd watched me actually climb into bed, and even then I heard her linger a moment in the hallway afterward, unwilling, I think, to fully trust that the night was finished with either of us yet. She was right not to trust it.
The dream doesn't start with smoke this
