Fiona’s POV
Mara had not said any word since we got back into the room, and that alone was enough to tell me something was wrong, but I paid no attention to what the problem might be as I wanted to relax my head from the adventures the day had served me with.
I was stretched across my bed, trying to rest, but the sounds of her feet dragging around the room, along with the sound of drawers being pulled a little too hard, kept breaking through my half-dreaming haze I was falling into.
I turned in her direction to watch her for a moment as she arranged the room with her lips pressed into a thin line before sighing heavily.
“Alright,” I said finally, in a low voice. “Spit it out. What’s eating you?”
Her hand froze midway in the air as she reached for the clothes basket, and without spar
