I rushed out of bed, heart hammering as I yanked open the armoire and pulled out the training clothes I'd seen the warrior-women wear in my old pack, tight linen trousers, a cropped leather vest laced across the chest, and soft knee-high boots made for silence. I dressed in seconds, pulled my long, red hair into a brutal knot at the nape of my neck, and stepped into the hallway just as one of Caspian's maids, Joshua, was entering his room.
He froze. Hos hands held a basket of fresh linens. I stepped back, body tensing.
His eyes widened slightly. ''Good morning Luna. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run into you.''
''It's okay.'' I lied. My voice was low, edged with something even I didn't fully understand. Paranoia? Survival? Maybe both. I no longer trusted any of them, neither Caspian's s
