28One thing was for certain: the Magiske skal needed to be destroyed.
Lena wasn’t quite sure how to do it. Wasn’t sure she wanted to do it. The shell was the only piece of Javelin she had left.
Days passed without incident. No visits from Lord Jarl or Jace. Lena earned her keep taking orders from Mrs. Wyatt, dressing beds and serving guests and scrubbing dishes. Every spare moment, she spent with Edwin, sharing stories of the merrows and her home.
Though they spoke in low voices, it was a relief to finally share the truth of her past, of her brother and father. What she’d done, what she’d lost, and all that she’d discovered since coming ashore.
“And so you came to the surface because of the shell . . .” Edwin said one afternoon, pressing his fingers against his chin. “And without it, y
