CHAPTER 18
Three Nights Ago
With a chattering Roksana clinging to his arm, Kaspian trudged along the night-cloaked road. What a waste of an evening. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to speak with Brygida, although he’d seen her from a distance. Foreign and lovely, even the muted brown of her dress hadn’t dimmed her shine.
Damn Dariusz, why did he have to get drunk and start trouble tonight of all nights? Damn Roksana, and her fragile feelings. Just because he’d been hit, she’d wanted to leave early. This might have been his only chance to talk to Brygida. What if she left before he could return to the feast?
The ambient light of the feast and the lingering notes of the gęśla trailed after them, a tease of what might have been... until it all faded away. Crickets chirped, and the near-ful
