Naeris's POV

I stared at the giant basket of ladies' clothes in front of me and fought the urge to burn it all down.

I had left the council hall earlier, after Varek's sudden summons and Draven's unnecessary smug grin. I felt like eventually I would come closer and closer to ripping his throat out.

Avery wanted me to help her with the dishes. A fairly normal job which I was doing, until a sweet scent spread into the kitchen. Avery shot me a look, one that said "don't ...