LADY BAEVERA
The first person I visited when I returned home was my best friend. I was knocking at the Cinx’s manor first thing in the morning.
Helory’s servants informed me she was at the crop station, so that’s where I went. As I stepped into the back courtyard, I spotted her.
“No more water for the nightshade,” Helory was instructing. “Gilda, have the ash barrel emptied over the east beds—”
“Scatter it thick too,” I added from the garden’s entrance. “Those eastern rows are probably far too sour for the fever-root to take.”
Helory tensed.
She whirled around so fast her skirt swished with a sharp snap, her eyes going comically wide when they landed on me.
“Baevera?!”
I smiled. “The one and only.”
She shrieked like a she-demon and rushed toward me as quickly as her elaborate skir
