“I swore to Luben, the most stuffiest and boring of gods, to only love my husband and wives. Once, while my mother lived, he was a good man. She pushed up her glasses. It was darker than everything around it. Shadows dripped off of its emaciated body. Ava groaned from the light as it flooded through the room. “It worked,” I declared, lifting my head. But it shone through my skull. I’ve dreamed of seeing them before. Carsina gasped. Sven’s deal with my mother had such precise stipulations. Why not? “Not a map, the key,” growled Theophil. The sound resonated with my metallic body. One guardsman burst out of the roil, his face covered in swelling bites dotting his face. Why not? You know why I can’t do anything.” I looked over my shoulder at Sven, his blue eyes shot into mine. I let out a sigh. Ealaín shook her head before the suit that glowed with its own warmth.
