CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
"I sort of expected to see someone come after us by now." Etta winced as she bent to tie the laces of her boots.
Edmund glanced up from where he'd been scrubbing at his skin. Tyson created a warm pool of water for him and he was beginning to look like himself now that much of the grime was gone. "Don't jinx us, dear Persinette."
Etta straightened and turned to tighten the straps of Vérité's saddle. "Don't call me that."
"It's your name." His eyes narrowed as he reached back to tie his now wet hair away from his face. Thick blonde hair still covered his cheeks, but underneath it all, he was Edmund, the first person who had befriended her at the palace. Her partner in turning the tournament on its head, and in keeping Alex safe.
Etta lifted one shoulder in a shrug.
