CHAPTER 11
Brygida froze, staring at the loamy mud between her and Nina. The wind howled through the night-cloaked trees. Light from the windows of the cottage silhouetted Nina, casting her face in shadow.
“You… saw Kaspian kill her?”
Freeing her arms from her green cloak, Nina approached her and took her hand, meeting her gaze with tenderness. A bruise purpled one of Nina’s temples, and the rim of her eye. “On my way home from the feast, I heard some giggling, so I followed it, to see who it was. There she was, Roksana, skipping along and laughing, arm in arm with him.”
Brygida clutched her scythe tightly. She’d felt it to her core, sure as spring, that Kaspian was a gentle soul and could never harm someone like that, much less kill. But if Nina had seen it, it had to be true, didn’t
