ZURI

This couldn’t be happening. I had too much on my head to be worried about letters and strange sightings. Someone wanted to throw me off, and it was working.

I sat by the window, pressing my elbows to the cold sill, and watching the last ripples of smoke curl into the afternoon sky. I’d ordered for the body to be burned to ashes. I didn’t want whatever magical contamination in him to spread.

The forest stretched far beyond the city walls, green and golden in the light, but all I ...