A small warmth presses against my back and tames my rioting heart. There she is. The smell of amber and wildflowers wraps around me in the way her body does not, and I smile despite myself. “Hello, Milaje.” Silence. Not even a breath. She steps closer, pushes that blade deeper. “Careful. The sword you’re flattened against is sharp.” “So is mine,” is her rasped response—three
