Book 17: She Lives Here Now

Aris

Posey’s cloaked in gray as she approaches the castle. I watch her through the window in my study, the way she’s swallowed by the faint moonlight. The last remnants of sunset have been washed from the sky, driven back by the stars, but it does nothing to light her path after a day spent doing whatever the hell she does at the temple archives. I haven’t asked in the few days she’s been here. I haven’t spoken to her at all since she arrived. She takes her meals in her room, just like me.

Seeing her again was startling. Seeing her here, lit by silver shadows? She looks like she is meant for this place, which is only making this worse.

The newspaper on my desk rustles as the house refills my glass of whiskey. I glance at the paper, at the headline on the front page, and stuff my fist in my pocket as I look away.

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