IF INARA HAD KNOWN IT WOULD BE THE LAST TIME SHE SAW her, she would not have lied to her mother and slipped away into the night. She would have hugged Tethis, the steward she was sure the soldiers had been joking about, and Erman, her tutor. She would have thanked them for always bringing her pistachio treats and honey. She would have stayed. She would have burned.
