Chapter 115
It sat absolutely still. But the hawk’s eyes—there was something strange about them ... She’d seen that hawk before. It had watched her for days as she’d lazed on that rooftop in Varese, watched her drink and steal and doze and brawl. At least she now knew what Rowan’s animal form was. What she didn’t know was why he bothered to listen to these stories. “Elentiya.” Emrys was extending a hand from where he sat before the hearth. “Would you perhaps share a story from your lands? We’d love to hear a tale, if you’d do us the honor.” Javelle kept her eyes on the old man as everyone turned to where she stood in the shadows. Not one of them offered a word of encouragement, save for Luca, who said, “Tell us!” But she had no right to tell those stories as if they were her own. And she could not
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