Two
I pace across the sitting room of my suite—smaller than Aurora’s, but no less luxurious—waiting for someone to come and tell me what’s going on. Aurora sent me back here in the company of several guards immediately after Clarina’s creepy words about someone grey, wrinkled, and dead in the garden, but I’ve received no news since then. I walk onto my balcony and look down yet again, but I still can’t see anything interesting. This death must have happened on the other side of the palace.
I wander inside again, between the armchairs and around the table. I sit at the writing desk and try to read one of the books I’m supposed to be studying, but I can’t focus. Thoughts of Mom and all the Griffin rebels I ran away from keep slipping through the cracks of my concentration. Guilt over vanis
