Chapter 13
Persephonie leaned toward Marcon and Mara to break the tension between them. “Iellieth can travel with us if she would like to, after she has spoken with the mayor. There is room in the wagons for both her and you, Marcon.” She watched him expectantly and snuggled back under the shawl with Iellieth.
“That is kind of you, Persephonie,” Mara answered, “but I am not sure that can happen.”
Persephonie scowled. “Datha, what do you think?”
Cassian rose to tend the fire. “It is up to you,” he said to Mara, “but if you were to ask me, I would say that you need to tell her, at least as much as you can.”
Iellieth’s frustration rose just like it did when her stepfather and a prospective suitor or household official carried on a conversation as though she was not there. Had she still n
