Meredith.
Kira returned to my bedroom, the door opening softly as the cool hallway light spilt in. Behind her, Cora and Arya followed with a tray between them.
The scent hit me before the visuals did.
I didn't move. I was curled in the corner of the two-seater couch, a thick newspaper folded open across my lap. My white robe—modest and soft—hung loose on my shoulders, and my bare feet tucked beneath me.
Deidra had found the paper earlier. Said it would keep me from boredom. She wasn't wrong.
I had asked for it, actually. I wanted to know what kind of city I had just walked into. Duskmoor wasn't Stormveil. There was more order here. More tension, too.
"Put the tray there," Kira instructed quietly.
Cora and Arya set it down on the small center table, bowed lightly, and stepped out.
I folded the newspaper in half and set it aside on the stool beside me. Then my eyes found Kira's.
