Chapter Thirty-Eight:

Kaida Chapter Thirty-Eight: What She Knew Kaida Jace was already awake when I opened my eyes. He was sitting at the rebuilt fire with a cup of something hot, his elbows on his knees, looking out at the horizon over the tree tops. The morning was grey and cool, the sky the color of old pewter, and the camp was very quiet except for Maggie’s soft breathing from beneath her cloak. I sat up and he looked at me. Something in his expression shifted — not much, but enough. “You didn’t sleep well,” he said. Not a question. “No,” I said. He held out the cup. I took it — something herbal, bitter, from whatever he had found near the spring — and wrapped my hands around it. I looked at the fire and thought about how to begin. I had been composing this conversation in my head for most of the n