Then she turned sharply and strode out, her boots striking the stone louder than necessary.
Mirael was wrong about a great many things when it came to Eirlys. But she was right about one thing: I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Not always, anyway.
Because when I stormed toward her, reckless and half-mad with panic… When she was in my arms, glowing like the sun and soft as moonlight…
I wasn’t thinking at all.
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EIRLYS' POV
For days now, Solara has been teaching me how to sit without fidgeting, how to walk without looking at the floor, and how to speak with a confidence I don’t quite feel yet. I’ve learned how to hold a teacup without gripping it like a weapon, which spoon to use for what, and how to glide into a room as if I’ve belonged there all my life.
She calls it poi
