Wren
I sat down and took the tea.
If I ran, the plan died. If I fought, the plan died. But Maddox loved to talk the way Kellan loved to talk, teachers and their lessons, and every minute he spent enjoying my capture was a minute Caius and Lucien and Selene were moving through his camp. So I sat, and I drank his tea, and I let the monster teach.
"You're not surprised enough," he observed, pleasantly. "Interesting. Your grandmother's grandmother made the same face, according to my master's journals. Sera Ashwood walked into the Sundered Moon's great camp in a widow's veil, weeping, broken, magnificent. She freed the prisoners, burned the first rite-master's work, and set back my order by two hundred years." He sipped. "My master died believing soft hearts couldn't lie. I built my whole li
