isa

ack toward my bedchamber, a sharp, arr

stop righ

ompletely blocking my path. She was wearing a shimmering, ethereal gown woven from moonlight-

awled, rolling her eyes. "I don't have time to listen to you whin

phials of refined Silverdew and sat at the loom for seventy-two hour

ng to stare at her, my voice eerily calm. "Since you deliver

t a shrill,

s arrogantly over the glowing silk. "Once a gift is given to me, it's mine! Does a Spiritl

single breath arg

reverse-hooked rune in the air with my fingertip

hreads bears my blood mark," I said cold

silver light erupt

n

strings, the defensive arrays woven

d. It turned dull gray and limp, losing all its elasticity and

ly at her chest as the heavy,

u gone mad?!" she screamed

ity into trash," I rep

ed with glowing jade hairpins and jewelry-every

ver necklace around her neck, set with a deep-sea tourmal

ured nails clawing toward my

r stumble past me. With a sharp twist of

silver setting and dropped it onto the ston

un

ed into a pile of worthle

haking violently as she pointed at the

was bought with my blood," I said, tossing the empty silver c

d across her hair. I snapped the contract runes on three jade hairpins and a

throw you out into the demon-infested Low Marc

from my palms. "And while you're at it, tell the

froze, looking up at me

eality of her impending poverty finally hitting her. "Th

in-law," I replied, turning my

already packed my private property deeds and my fa

whispered, her eyes shining with a mix

the High Court, piercing the sky eight hundred feet up at the very

pered steel. "I am going to the Emperor for a Severance Sigi