Dravina POV

I had barely returned to my chamber after a long day exploring the city with Aveline when a soft knock tapped against the door. The sound was hesitant, almost apologetic.

It couldn’t be Malrik this was his room as much as mine, and he never bothered with permission. I doubted it was Aveline either; she never knocked unless it was urgent. And Zenovia was out of the question, not while she was imprisoned. Dashira came to mind, but after the debacle at breakfast, I couldn’t ...