Cassian
It’s been a week since Nymera has been living with us in the castle. Wait—us? I shouldn’t speak as if we’re a team, considering I’m basically a prisoner. That aside, I’d say it’s been one of the most fun weeks I’ve had since I got here. Nymera loves getting into trouble, and I’m so eager to live the little thrill of mischief that I get caught up in all of them.
“Are you aware that by doing this, you’re only fueling the fire of your war?”
I pass her another garment from Antony’s wardrobe while she focuses on cutting out delicate shapes with the garden shears we stole. By delicate shapes, I mean forms that strongly resemble the male parts I’ve seen in medical books from the library. Maybe less detailed.
“Crimson Queen, I don’t intend for this war to end.”
“Don’t call me that,” I
