LADY BAEVERA
This day was infuriatingly maddening.
I was no stranger to being pointed at or whispered about. It had been the background noise of my life for as long as I could remember. It never truly bothered me and I really do not care.
What I do mind, however, are the new rumors behind the pointed fingers and secretive glances.
The f**k do they mean I have something going on with Revandrel Cel’theren?
I, Baevera—fine, Vera—involved with that male? Sleeping with him?
It was as absurd as it was aggravating, and absolutely infuriating.
I was still reeling from the shock of musking out for him the other night, an embarrassment I refused to fully process. And now the whole estate seemed to think I was climbing into his bed?
“Vera! Come with us to the Orchid!” Winter called from the o
