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From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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But was he capable of what was done? I shuddered. Even if he were, whyy

would he do it, and how? I didn’t have an answer for that.

There was onlyy one thing I could think of that could do that, but it

seemed too unreal to believe.

“Did yyou…did yyou recognize her?” Tawnyy asked softlyy.

“I didn’t, but I have to think she was a Ladyy in Wait or perhaps a

visitor based on her gown,” I told her.

Tawnyy nodded silentlyy, returning to twisting the pearl on her bodice.

Silence crept into the space, and Vikter arrived not long after, stepping

into the room to speak quietlyy to Ryylan. I scooted to the edge of myy seat

when he stepped awayy from Ryylan, sighing as he sat on the edge of the

chest that rested at the foot of myy bed.

“Everyy inch of this castle was searched, and we found no other

victims or Craven,” he said, leaning forward. “Commander Jansen

believes the grounds are safe.” He paused, squinting as he lifted his gaze.

“Relativelyy speaking, that is.”

“Did yyou…did yyou see her?” I asked, and he nodded. “Do yyou think it

was a Craven attack?”

“I’ve never seen anyything like that,” he replied, repeating what Ryylan

had said.

“What would that even mean?”

“I don’t know,” he stated, rubbing his hand against his forehead.

Myy attention zeroed in on him, noting how he massaged the skin

above his brow and how he’d squinted when he looked to where we sat

near the oil lamps. Sometimes, Vikter got headaches. Not like the ones I

got after opening up myy senses or using myy gifts too much, but far more

severe, where light and sound made him nauseous and his head pulse.

I opened up myy senses and immediatelyy felt the sharp pounding ache

behind myy eyyes. I quicklyy severed the connection, and it was like

visualizing a cord connecting me to him being snipped in two. The last

thing I wanted was to end up with another throbbing headache keeping me

up.

“If it wasn’t a Craven, then are there anyy suspects?” Tawnyy asked.

“The Duke believes it was the work of a Descenter.”

“What?” I demanded as I rose.

“Here? In the castle?” Tawnyy cried.

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