CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEGrass
Relief flooded me so fast I was forced to take a knee, crouching in the snow with my thumb and forefinger squeezing the bridge of my nose. Hunger forgotten, Sorrel danced on the spot. “I know it’s the last place you want to go, Este,” he gushed. “But it’s where the sword is.” I saw him glance towards his snow domed town and sigh. “It’s possibly better than other places you might be sent. At least you have a right to go there.”
My lips parted in an ugly gape which would have drawn an instant slap from Bliss. But Sorrel beamed, his eyes becoming slits of pleasure as he offered me a hand up. “You’re their Melanis Princessa, remember?” he urged. “You can walk right in and there’s nothing they can do about it.”
My sword clanked as I stood. How could I explain the ci
