12
In the Corners of Everything
The cool wind of the ocean tickled Emilia’s cheeks. The tang of the salty air filled her lungs. Waves lapped at the sand, but even without knowing why, she knew it was wrong. Black sand covered her toes and marked her hands like a stain that would never come clean.
The grey sky hovered over the horizon, and the green flash of dawn had frozen as a bright blast of light, a permanent scar above the waves.
“It’s always like that,” the Pendragon said from behind Emilia’s shoulder.
She recognized his voice, but when she spun to face him, it took a moment to understand his face. It was Emile LeFay, but unlike Emilia had ever seen him. He was younger, his face missing the lines of anger that now marred his brow. His eyes were bright without the hatred that now
