Marah sat at the edge of the guest bed, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched the hem of her robe.
The room was warm. The fire crackled. A tray of untouched berries and tea sat on the table nearby. But her insides felt cold.
She had not said a word or left the room since Garrett grabbed her in the dark corridor. No matter how hard she tried, his voice still kept ringing in her ears. It was not just a warning, it was one laced with poison. Every word of it is meant.
"If you say one word to Edwin..." Her heart pounded, threatening to burst out of her chest.
She had waited so many years for this moment. The perfect moment to finally come back home, to finally speak the truth of what she had seen that night, and about what she had done in secret.
To talk about the soldiers in cou
