~Amelia~
Blake had the kind of nerve that should have gotten him buried weeks ago.
I was in the small sitting room near the eastern hall with a cup of tea I had already forgotten to drink, trying to convince myself that a quiet afternoon was not some suspicious trick sent by the universe.
Kaden had been called away to deal with patrol reports. Caleb was somewhere outside pretending he was not avoiding paperwork. I had planned to spend the next hour doing absolutely nothing useful.
Then the knock came.
One of the outer guards stepped in, looking like he would rather be delivering almost any other message.
“Luna Amelia,” he greeted. “There’s been a sighting near the northern ridge.”
I looked up slowly. “That doesn’t sound like the good news I want to hear.”
His mouth twitched, but only a little. “It’s Blake.”
Well.
There went my peace.
I set the tea down without drinking it. “Dead, I assume.”
“No.”
“So he’s stupid and alive too?”
