and the hall
per that Seraphina would hear in her sleep for years. Somebody near the pillars la
l holding her
ded it against her stomach with the other one and held them there, becau
here. Not i
carved leaves. Seven. The clasp rose and fell with his breathing, and she h
he thin voice of a woman reading from a script she wish
r. He looked at the far wall, at a point somewhere above everyone's heads. "I, Kael D
ing
ed. Her vision narrowed to a tunnel with a bright, pulsing edge. She felt the thread that had stretched between the
her gown, and the wool scratched against her palms, and
is eye. His hand pressed once against his own sternum, so qu
a did no
he forced her spine into a line, one vertebra at a time, the way she had practiced in the Vale gar
s voice, roug
e entirely loose, and the honey cake was a smear of yellow down her dress. She to
me. Not
ooked. Mira's eyes
ht," Sera
a terribl
no
ina's other arm. He stood with his hands clasped at his belt and spoke thr
ou feel, you will keep it behi
a turned
ers. He was worried, she realized. Truly worried. Not for her. For the next invitation that would not come, the next
her went ver
le," sh
e made he
few cast her open pity, which was worse than contempt. Lady Cassandra Wolfe had recovered her color. She stood with her chin lifted and her mouth curved i
priestess in a low voice, giving orders, performing the next task on his list
Must be completed. The Moon's thread must be cut cleanly, or the bond wi
forward witho
d at its rim, and in its surface the blue flames wavered,
oles of her slippers, climbing her shins. It was not a sound anymore. It was pressure. It pre
n the bowl
h no one had moved. A ripple crossed the surface, then another, spreading
head and sniffed, nostrils flaring. Then a girl beside him. Then a pack Alpha in the second row, who turned
Seraphina's arm. "Sera
followed h
nd white over the keep, as it had all evening. The
hin dark edge crept
ut of the light, widening slowly, patiently, as if so
beside it
, something b

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