Twenty-Two
VIOLET
Violet leaned back in the booth, lifted her trumpet-shaped glass of iced night, and took a sip. Ryn did the same with his tankard of ale. The two of them were doing their best to appear at ease, but it was tough in a tavern in the heart of Unseelie territory. Violet pulled her sleeves a little lower, making sure her wrist markings were covered. Things would turn south quickly if the patrons of this tavern discovered two guardians amongst their company, and she doubted anyone would give them a chance to explain their ex-guardian status.
Ryn lowered his tankard and leaned forward. “I don’t understand why we can’t find it,” he said in a low voice. “We’ve been there before. Why is it hidden from us now?”
“It’s been a long time since we were there,” Violet reminded him. “T
