LADY BAEVERA
Aunt Kiskera had always been far too skeptical for her own good, and now, even as we had drank the calming brew she had prepared, she was still watching me with suspicion in regards to the well-thought out lies I told her.
“So let me get this straight,” she said, refilling my cup with steaming moonleaf. “While waiting for your bloodmaster at the Union Tree, you were attacked and kidnapped. But you managed to escape in the middle of the night a few days later. You did not come home because you feared they would be searching for you there, so instead, you have been circling the city while waiting on the arms you hired to eliminate them. Now the job is done and here you are.”
I gave her a sheepish smile. “Forgive me, Great Aunt, I would have come back sooner. I saw the posters
