Chapter Thirty
Coming to Terms
Iadrawyn rubbed at her temples as she left the Meeting Glade with delicate fingers. Her slim, golden brows were drawn into a faint frown. The headache had started well over an hour ago. The pressure throbbed inside her skull without any sign of stopping.
A loud sigh escaped her lips. Now that she was alone, she could afford to vent some of her exasperation. She forced out another long breath before inhaling deeply. She closed her eyes and allowed the familiar scent of grass and trees to clear her churning thoughts. She briefly wished she had taken the time to drink some water before she had left. Her mouth was dry and stale from endless hours of talking.
Melaquenya had been in a complete uproar ever since Lysandir’s abduction and Hilgur’s involvement had
