He simply gives a small nod of his chin. The events don’t invite me to remain here, and the orange hues beginning to streak the sky warn me that Cassian will soon summon me to the dining hall. Even though the sunlight poses no problem for him, he seems to refuse to live beneath it.
I glance over my shoulder more than once, afraid someone might try to attack me again. I don’t trust this being the only attempt from Milena. I climb the stairs, making sure my shoes don’t make noise, and walk down the east wing’s hallway to my chambers. The guards don’t even flinch at my presence—I can’t say the same.
I sit at the vanity and examine the pink marks around my neck. I still feel the warmth of her hands, and the touch of my cold fingers makes me wince. Some scratches sting.
“Miss Elara!”
Claris
