“Don’t take her to the wine—take her to the food,” Amren called to Elain from her perch on the armchair as she slid the pearl earrings Az had given her into her lobes. “I can see her bony ass even through that dress.” Nesta halted halfway across the room, spine stiff. Cassian went still as death. Elain paused beside our sister, that plastered-on smile faltering. Amren just smirked at Nesta. “Happy Solstice, girl.” Nesta stared at Amren—until a ghost of a smile curved her lips. “Pretty earrings.”
