Book 5: Liar

Ingrid

I can’t breathe. I can’t loosen my grip on my lute, even though I can hear the strings groaning. I just….

I can’t be right. I can’t have seen what I thought I saw in the shadows of Sash’s lifted veil.

“What?” He leans back, fixing his veil to cover more. “No, I took a vow—”

“I don’t give a fuck about your vow,” I spit. “Take it off.”

It’s dark out here. The veil still covers most of his face. So the mark I thought I saw on his throat, even if it was a mark, could have been shaped like anything.

Even though it looked exactly like a sun. Right where I remember biting Amval.

Where did all the air go? My chest rises and falls, but I feel like I’m choking on nothingness.

“I’m not sure what happened.” He starts to stand.

I grab his wrist and yank him back down. “I’m not sure why you suddenly think I’m stupid. I saw—I need to see. You. Your face.”

“That is forbidden.” His voice is all ice, but he won’t look