Nevara
The cake tasting ended with Michelle sneaking an extra box of samples into the car and Thoren declaring that if he didn’t get another slice of that honey-spiced pear one at the wedding, heads would roll.
I was still laughing by the time we pulled through the gates.
We got home just as the sun slipped behind the western cliffs, casting long golden shadows over the stone courtyard. Michelle disappeared with the box. Thoren went to check on something with Kael, promising to find me later.
Which left me with one mission.
I found Sabrina in the second-floor sitting room, curled into a chair with a book and a mug of something that smelled like cinnamon and cream.
She looked up and smiled when she saw me. “Back already?”
I plopped down on the couch across from her. “We survived. Bar
