Kingdom of Ash

sort of escape, narrowly avoiding the hellish
life her mistress endured.
Aedion didn’t let himself often remember
that fact, either.
Evangeline continued pulling Lysandra
away, oblivious to the conversation. “Why
didn’t you wake me when you arrived?”
Aedion didn’t hear Lysandra’s answer as
she let herself be led from the hall. Not as the
shifter’s gaze met his own.
She had tried to speak with him these past
two months. Many times. Dozens of times.
He’d ignored her. And when they’d at last
reached Terrasen’s shores, she’d given up.
She had lied to him. Deceived him so
thoroughly that any moment between them,
any conversation ... he didn’t know what had
been real. Didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to
know if she’d meant any of it, when he’d so
stupidly left everything laid out before her.