Evangeline only nodded, sick and
miserable, and clung to the balcony rail, as if
her grip might somehow keep Aedion on this
side of life.
“Hot refreshments, Sloane,” Darrow
ordered, his voice brooking no room for
argument.
The other lord peeled away. Evangeline
didn’t know how long passed after that. How
long it took until the lord arrived, and Darrow
pressed a scalding mug into her fingers.
“Drink.”
Evangeline obeyed, finding it to be broth of
some sort. Beef, maybe. She didn’t care.
Her friends were down there. Her family,
the one she’d made.
Far out, near the river, a blur of motion was
her only indication that Lysandra still lived.
No word arrived about Aedion’s fate.
So Evangeline lingered on the tower,
lily
(lily)
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