ANOTHER day passed in prison. Thalia barely slept, remaining constantly alert, especially with her brother, Aston. Shay continued to deliver their meals, lingering only briefly to speak with her each time.
“Lady Thalia, are you even getting any sleep?” Shay asked, her voice heavy with worry.
Thalia’s expression fell into a solemn mask. “I can no longer think of sleep,” she replied quietly. “My life and my brother’s hang in the hands of death.”
“Even so, my lady,” Shay said gently, taking Thalia’s hand, “please endure a little longer. Shun informed me that his master has begun to make their move.”
“Thank you for telling me,” Thalia murmured. “It eases my heart, even just a little.”
As Shay released her hand, she discreetly removed a folded piece of paper from her shoe and handed it to
