The rest of the night passed without incident.
I slept like a log, undisturbed by the hushed voices outside my room. Apparently, Evelyn and Kaelira had gotten into a quiet argument sometime after I'd gone to bed, but I hadn't cared enough to eavesdrop.
Their banter, the tension between them—it didn't concern me. I had more pressing matters on my mind than the jealousy of a girl who hadn't even confessed her feelings.
By morning, the sun streamed in through the window, a soft golden glow warming the wooden floorboards.
I pulled on my uniform without much thought, brushed my teeth, splashed cold water on my face, and styled my hair. No glamour. No pretense. Just another day where blood might be spilled.
Descending the creaky staircase of the inn, I found Kaelira already seated at the modest dining table near the hearth.
