I’m doomed to deportation from Solera, and everyone else needs to do damage control. With my fate decided, Temereth deigns to teleport us to the Imperial Palace.
Rexa goes to provide a vague update to the military personnel stationed in Midgard. Asher bustles off to inform the palace staff that, due to my injury on the battlefront, I’m confined to bed rest until tomorrow evening.
“She’s to be monitored at all times,” Valen instructs a liveried servant as we stride through the colonnaded entryway together. “For safety reasons.”
“What do you think I’m going to do?”
His gaze flicks to me, and he gives me a nearly imperceptible shake of his head. He’s warning me not to act suspicious—but Kyla Starblade would never go gentle into the night, and neither will I.
“I’m fine,” I say, which is K
