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“When you break open the stone heart of Anadawn Palace and seize your rightful place on its throne, all the winds of Eana will sing your name. May the courage of the witches go with you, my little bird.”
“Will you catch me if I fall?” “No, but I’ll wave at you on your way down.”
Healers, like Thea, used their own energy for their craft. Warriors, like Shen, were born light-footed and charged by the sun. Tempests, like Banba, weaved their storms from a strand of wind and cast infernos from a single spark of lightning, and Seers turned to the night sky for their visions—an open space to watch the starcrest birds cast patterns of the future among the stars—though that craft was so rare, Wren had never even met a seer in person.
“You have nothing to wager but your arrogance. You may keep it,” snapped Rose.
“Keeping yourself nice and trim, I see,” said Ansel approvingly. Well, that certainly wouldn’t do. Prince or no prince, he had no right commenting on how she ate. Wren shot her hand out and shoved an entire tart into her mouth. “SHANGED SHMY MINDSH,” she said, crumbs flying from her lips. “MMM, DELSHSSS!”
“And perhaps Elske can be their nanny,” said Wren. Ansel’s face turned serious. “Don’t be absurd, my darling. Elske is a wolf.” Tor smiled at his boots. At least one of them got the joke.
The following day, Wren’s head had ached so badly, she couldn’t venture outside until the sun set. And still, the evening had found her retching up her guts into the sea, Rowena and Shen on their knees halfway across the beach, doing the same thing. Ah, friendship.
Rose’s eyes went wide as he held it to her lips. She felt as if she was in a trance as she took a bite. Honey spilled into her mouth and dribbled down his fingers. Keeping his eyes on hers, Shen licked them clean. Rose felt as if not only was she eating honey, but she was floating in it. Her limbs felt deliciously heavy. A bee landed on her shoulder, but she didn’t even flinch.
But Tor couldn’t find the words. He reached for her and she went to him. And then they were kissing again. This time, they didn’t stop.
“Wren is my closest friend. I’ll always look out for her and I know she’ll do the same for me, but there’s no spark between us. There never has been. But you, Rose . . .” He paused, tilting her chin up so she was looking directly into his eyes. “You set me on fire.”
