THIRTY-NINE
By the time the sun had burned away the mist, Bianca stood with her sisters beside the archery range. No other space was big enough to hold all of the warriors the king had brought with him. She'd never seen so many men in one place, but she had eyes only for one. Vasco stood beside the king, looking as tired as she felt, but none of that mattered. Sleep could wait, for her future hung in the balance. Hers, and Vasco's.
Efe lay at her father's feet in chains, shouting about liars and traitors and all manner of insults that Bianca had never heard of, but they evidently offended someone, because one of the men guarding him pounded him with the butt of his spear until the steward fell silent.
"You spoke of demons, but my men have found none. My steward says you imprisoned my
