Chapter 27
“You can’t wear that ridiculous dress to the feast, you know,” Neeve said to me as we returned to our rooms.
Once the Oracles had departed the throne room, we’d extricated ourselves as quickly as possible. Although the Nightshade Lord seemed displeased to let us go, he nodded his permission, and Neeve, Kian, Thorne, and I had made a hasty retreat.
“I know,” I said defensively, twitching my homespun skirt. “I just wanted to make a point.”
“You certainly accomplished that.” Her tone was dry.
I wished I could go visit Thorne, who’d gone back to the healer’s enclave, but he clearly needed his uninterrupted rest. Kian had headed for the gardens, frowning, one hand on his sword. I guessed he was going to practice his solo blade work, as I’d often seen him do in the training arena
