Morgan’s Bells. I knew these flowers; I had made them. They’d sprouted during the flare on the spot where I’d cried my eyes out, holding Bran’s lifeless body. Next to me Curran was very still. I willed my mouth to move. “Is there a card?” Barabas nodded and passed me a small white rectangle folded in half. I flipped it open. Congratulations on your victory, Your Highness. Looking forward to our next meeting. Hugh
