Candace

I drag a comb through my thin hair and stare at myself in the mirror on my vanity. More accurately, the new mirror on my new vanity. Hollis and I had to exchange one more goodbye because I had to return to Dun’s Crossing long enough to pack up my life. Some things weren’t worth the trouble of escorting through the mountain passes—mostly furniture—so I’m still getting used to the foreign, Snowcrest fixtures. And the rest of the castle’s little quirks. ...