Kit sat on the stool before her mirror contemplating what had taken place in the library. Avinia and Isla were working on her hair, and Kit tried to sit still, but her mind wasn’t focused, and every once in a while, she’d list to one side or the other and have to be brought back on course like a ship sailing in heavy winds.
She had no doubt Blankka had seen the private moment between herself and Eli. As much as she wanted to reflect on how it had felt to finally kiss him, to have his arms around her, if only for a few moments, her mind kept going back to the conversation she’d overheard in the hallway the day she’d gone to the infirmary to check on Jecob. There were other spiteful comments Blankka had made about Kit’s Choosing as well, how it wasn’t fair that noblewomen had opportunities
