Sally had gone to the mines. Left alone, Danika needed some fresh air outdoors.
Danika stood and slipped her feet into her sandals, then looked around. Her room looked beautiful because of the way Sally decorated it. She smiled, taking in the new features. The fresh flowers. The lightbulbs. New carpets. Already, she was counting the minutes before Sally came back again.
Danika walked out of the palace and visited the library alone, where she spent a good amount of time.
It was afternoon by the time she returned to the palace and strode towards the garden. She was staring at it with fascination when her back prickled.
Someone was watching her.
She looked behind her and stared up. There she stood at the window, staring at Danika with eyes filled with such loathing: Vetta, the king’s mi
