Nevara
By late afternoon, the castle had settled into a strange rhythm around us.
Everyone knew something had happened. There was no hiding the physician coming and going from our rooms, or the fact that I had disappeared from the castle almost entirely.
What they did not know was that the reason for my disappearance was currently sleeping against my chest with one tiny fist tucked beneath her chin.
Shelly had eaten only twenty minutes ago and already looked completely satisfied with herself. Her white hair stuck up along one side of her head where I had brushed my fingers through it, and every so often her mouth moved as if she were still dreaming about food.
Thoren sat beside me against the headboard with one of the ancient books open across his thighs, though I had noticed several
