Anwen

I blink awake the next morning, sore and scraped. For a second, I stare at the ceiling, trying to remember who I fought. Then, someone shifts in the bed beside me, and everything snaps into place.

The assassination of King Isai. Estrella yelling at me. Falling into bed with her. And collapsing into sleep afterward without exchanging a word. A fuzzy corona of dark brown hair sticks out above the blankets, promising she’s still there. I smile.

Last night complicated ...