MALIA'S POV

I tossed a number of clothes into my bag, both those that belonged to me and those that didn't, not caring if Bianca was staring at me from where she sat close to the hearth. My leg is fine, Daemon has come and gone, and he seemed even less interested in what we had to say about Bianca and her recent visit to Rhaegal.

The silence in the room was enough to wake a sleeping child, but Bianca was only permitting that silence so I would ponder on my decision.

The guilt was eating ...