Xandra
“Oh,” Finn half-gasps.
Things have been tense between us since he learned just how much time I’m supposed to be spending in bed, nearly two weeks ago now, but I still take his hand. “You will get used to the feeling, I promise.”
He screws up his face as Vedran dances fingers through the air. I can barely feel the distant prickle of magic. Ever since he and Elian arrived, we’ve resumed our normal morning routine of glamours, just a different set than before. Finn, though, has never been included in the process.
Not until he mentioned the lingering gazes of Princess Joli and General Zdenko a few days ago. She was likely just trying to get under his skin, as she does with all the new laborers we send her way, but I have never fully trusted Lord Zdenko.
“Won’t everyone notice I loo
