The rain hadn’t stopped by morning, it merely thinned to a cold mist that clung to skin and hair. I stood at the balcony of my rooms, looking down at the palace gardens, their pathways glistening like silver threads under the gray light.
Wren lounged in the doorway behind me, her arms crossed. “So, what’s the grand strategy now?”
“Strategy?” I glanced back at her. “That implies I’m not making this up as I go.”
She smirked. “Dangerous habit, that.”
“I prefer ‘adaptable,’” I said, turning back to the gardens. Somewhere out there, Nate was already moving pieces I couldn’t see. I hated not knowing which side of the board I was on.
Wren’s boots clicked softly against the floor as she joined me. “Do you trust him?”
I let the question hang in the mist between us. “I trust that he’s too curi
