>>6340764<span class="mu-b">Let’s tell them what they need to know and respect Lithala’s secret. How the Stilladìa found you, and you discussed what to do about Willow and the Worm. You’ll chalk it up to her wanting your soul. The rest is between you and her. And Ansàrra.</span>
You rouse with something pressed against your neck.
A spike of unease pierces you and you jolt, looking for something at your side—a weapon, your sword, Carnaval’s feather—only to see Soralisa’s arm wrapped around your shoulders.
In her sleep she rolled ahead and pressed against you, your bare bodies squashed together by Rubida’s form, also asleep next to you.
Oh.
Right.
You let out a sigh as memories of yesternight seep through your mind.
Walking out of the Temple, looking for a safe spot where to eat and recover.
Rubida’s mansion being so far away, as well as Soralisa’s house.
And Rosandra’s kindness providing a solution. A solution for the three of you all at once, in a spare room that is far too wide to be just a bedroom and instead looks more like a suite, with its balcony looking out into the distance, the first rays of dawn making the curtains glow.
You also glow.
Inside your chest. Slowly picking up Soralisa’s arm you press your fingers against the healed wound, the one Ansàrra took care of. It rests just a nail’s breadth away from your cameo.
Your body feels light. Even your right hand, crafted in divine gold. You glance at it, still entangled in Rubida’s long black hair. And down to the rest of your body—you still ache a bit, after everything that happened.
Bite marks, scratches, rubbing, and well—
You blink, as the morning’s heat also dawns on your cheeks and up to your ears.
You understand Master a little more now.
“Wow.”
[cont.]
busy night for Argia... 