So he needed to have more than just words with Aedion. He needed to find something to use against him so Aedion would agree not to throw these parties and swear to keep his Bane under control. Tomorrow night, he’d go to whatever party Aedion threw.
And see what leverage he could find.
Freezing and aching from shivering all night, Javelle awoke before dawn in her miserable little room and found an ivory tin sitting outside the door. It was filled with a salve that smelled of mint and rosemary, and beneath it was a note written in tight, concise letters.
You deserved it. Maeve sends her wishes for a speedy recovery.
Snorting at the lecture Rowan must have received, and how it must have ruffled his feathers to bring her the gift, Javelle smeared the salve onto her still-swollen lip. A gla
