The Evening Tray
The dark evening shadow fell across my bedchamber walls.
The heavy key turned in the lock. The door swung open with a dull scrape.
Cassian walked into the room carrying a wide wooden tray. It held a bowl of hot lamb broth, a heel of dark bread, and a small jug of red wine. His heavy steel boots clattered against the stone floor as he set the tray onto my table.
He did not look at me. His face was paler than usual. Dark purple rings sat under his eyes like bruised skin.
I sat near the edge of my bed. My fingers rested inside my tunic pocket. My knuckles pressed against the small glass vial Duke Varn had given me.
"Eat your supper Arianna," Cassian said, his voice flat and rasping.
"Are you going to stay in here all night?" I asked, staring at his broad back.
Cassian
