Chapter 12
That night, I couldn’t sleep. The dormitory was lit with the city’s glow filtering in through the high windows, along with the noises of Parnese: random laughter and shouts, the thud of wood on stone, a distant bell.
The sheets were rougher against my skin than the fine linens of Castle Raine. I twisted and turned, trying to find a comfortable spot. When I finally did, I lay there clutching Thorne’s stone beneath my pillow and wishing with all my might that I could summon him to scry with me. My heart beat hollowly with yearning. I squeezed my eyes closed, sending my longing across the sea and hoping he could somehow feel me thinking of him.
Two beds away, Jenni snored softly. I sighed and turned over again to see Lena awake in her bed, staring up at the shadowed ceiling high
