Chapter 110
“Mmmm,” I murmur, casting backward glances at the girls playing round the maypole, then beyond, toward the camp. But I’ve not seen Damion since the night of the men in the woods. Fetry dangles a violet over my forehead like a spider, and I scream, which pleases her beyond measure. “Don’t,” I warn. “Very well, Your Ladyship Brooding St. Petulant,” she says. “What are you thinking about so intently?” “I was wondering why Wilhelmina hasn’t shown me where to find the dagger or the key that holds the truth. I’m wondering what she meant to warn me about.” If she meant to warn you,” Fetry argues. “Perhaps it was a trick, and you were wise enough to avoid it.” “Perhaps,” I say. “But what of Eugenia?” “Are you certain you really saw her?” Kin asks. “For none of us did, and we were there with
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