10
BLOOD LILIES
Her entire life Tanzaa had been coddled and cared for like a rare hot-house flower. Her clothes, rich and embroidered by servants, her food provided by exquisite cooks to expand her palette, and her tutors were the brightest minds in Demion. She had not appreciated those advantages as she should have, she thought.
She had also anticipated a rough life being married to a traveling musician. She and Dayvian had hoped to start their own troupe, with dance and music rather than tricks and acrobatics as the centerpiece. So, she wasn’t dismayed by the idea of living on the move. However, that had always been with the understanding that Dayvian would be part of her life, not the one thing in the entire world she would be denied.
None of that prepared her the rustic inn at Too.
