Timber
The thing about yelling at sentient frostbite in front of an entire ballroom is that afterward, people tend to… stare.
Everywhere I went the rest of the night, I felt it. Little glances. Quick whispers. That’s her. The woman who told the Hollow to screw off and it did.
Ten years of being the invisible widow at the edge of every photo and suddenly I was the main event.
Great. Love that for me.
By the time the Fates finally herded me out of the hall, my head was pounding and my cheeks hurt from fake smiling.
“We should have taken you out sooner,” Lira muttered as she shut the door to my chambers behind us. “They were circling like crows.”
Nyre leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. “Crows have better manners.”
Soren, who was halfway to a walking tree, set a steaming mug o
