re the chi
s like liquid fire
earned from the thorns on the forest path. A price worth paying. It masks
scars. The fabric rubs against my throat like judgment. The gates loom ahead, black marble threaded wi
warning signs.
sed fingers had gripped my chin that final morning, her breath smelling of bitter tea and fear. "
's not enough to keep my hands from curling int
cking lazily against the hilt of his sword as h
al
Doesn't ask who I am. He
of wolfsb
eyes hooded, expression schoo
smoothly. The lie rolls off my tongue
the peasan
where my teeth catch the inside of my cheek. His claws prick skin, sharp enou
meat and stale wine. His eye
her very brave or very stupid to walk i
l him. I shou
nd on his hilt, driving the blade up through his ribs into his lung. Watching his mouth work around the last breath
ld. E
Drunk. Over
is full of guards. And nothing screams "I am not a threat
curl in my stomach like a coiled serpent a
ye
ain D
he moment like a thrown bl
see the war flicker behind his eyes. Then he rele
ging like a pendulum. She's barely older than me, but she walks like she's already surv
Her green eyes glint like broken glass. "Transferred from the border villages. Unles
the parchment with unnecessary force.
out of my
moves-light but deliberate. The twitch of her fingers toward
past a group of black-clad guards. "Eyes down, mouth shut. Th
ard swallow
weat, and the sickly-sweet reek of desperation. Statues of twisted, half-hu
re a moonstone al
my skin. The oath she f
eak only when spoken to. My
ough bone. I bite my tongue until copper floods my mouth
tly-a crescent moon split by three cl
urns. Try to run, and it sears straight to the bone." She leans in. "They say th
rs. The pallet is thin. The bucket is rancid. The can
arga works servants until they dr
. So I guess just... don
and exhale for the first time in hours. The ache in m
ad no idea how
m would've
ask of fear, obedience, sma
the rea
arved into the wooden slats above
ls don't last
thing. Somewhere deep in its belly, a m
dle and let the da