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drummed and she began to understand how Eloryn had fainted so easily.
“Oh, no. I mean, yes, we were attacked, or chased, yesterday. But we got away OK. I don’t know where these came from. You know, the whole not remembering thing.” She pulled the chemise back onto her shoulder, covering the bruise.
“Still, I do hope it was nothing too terrible.” He brushed a finger across the purple under her eye. She flinched under his touch, even though it was too gentle to hurt.
A deep growl rumbled from the trees above them. Roen stepped in front of Memory, putting her between him and the flower-covered wall. She looked past his arm but saw nothing except the continued movement of sprites shimmering about, undisturbed by the noise.
“Just some wild animal in the woods. We should head back inside. It’s too cold to be out anyway.” Roen extended an arm, inviting her into the house in front of him.
The warmth of the kitchen made Memory’s chilled skin tingle. She looked back past Roen for one final glimpse of the magical fairy lights. In the dark trees, a silhouetted figure moved amongst the twinkling, living stars. Moving into the kitchen she arched her neck for a better view and yelped when she walked straight into Brannon while looking the other way. Roen closed the door.
“Son, a word.” He stepped back and opened the curtain to the main room, ushering them both through. Isabeth lay on Roen’s thin bed, and another blanket had been laid out on the floor next to it.
Brannon led Roen across to the front door before looking back to Memory. “Eloryn is already asleep. You will be sharing the bed with her,” he said.
Pulling back the curtain to the bedroom doorway, Memory lingered to watch, to make sure Roen really wasn’t in any more trouble. Brannon talked to Roen in a whisper then slapped his hand on Roen’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. Roen replied then turned and nodded a goodnight to Memory where she stood watching. His eyes drifted to her side and a smile tugged the corner of his mouth. Memory turned to follow his gaze and saw Eloryn sleeping on the bed, her hair draped like ivory silk over her small shoulders. The sound of the front door closing turned Memory back to find Roen gone. Only Brannon remained, watching her thoughtfully. She let the curtain fall closed between them.
Buried in a bundle of thick down quilt, Eloryn heard soft footsteps approaching the bed. Having just shared the biggest secret of her life, one she and Alward had kept for sixteen years, her insides churned under her skin. She feigned sleep to stop the eager questions and looks of Roen’s parents. But when she lay down, despite her utter exhaustion, her mind would not quiet and let her get the rest she needed so dearly.
“All tuckered out from being a princess I suppose. Must be hard,” Memory’s whispering voice muttered from beside the bed. Her strange words made little sense. Eloryn hoped Memory would understand her words in return.
Eloryn sat up and looked to see they were alone. The double bed felt vast around her small form. Memory stared back for a second, her eyes red rimmed, making the green more vibrant in contrast. Then she turned away from Eloryn and sat on the other side of the bed.
“I’m sorry,” Eloryn said to Memory’s back.
She didn’t respond.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but you have to understand how important it was to remain secret.” Eloryn gripped the quilt, wringing it in her hands.
“I get it OK,” Memory said. “It’s just on a serious level of suck. I don’t even know what the hell is going on and you got me all caught up in it.”
“I promised I would help you, and I will. We will still try to find Alward, find out what happened with the Veil door, and help you get home. My heritage changes nothing there.”
“My ass it doesn’t.”
“You don’t understand. You don’t know-”
Memory turned and glared at her and her words cut off. Of course she
“Oh, no. I mean, yes, we were attacked, or chased, yesterday. But we got away OK. I don’t know where these came from. You know, the whole not remembering thing.” She pulled the chemise back onto her shoulder, covering the bruise.
“Still, I do hope it was nothing too terrible.” He brushed a finger across the purple under her eye. She flinched under his touch, even though it was too gentle to hurt.
A deep growl rumbled from the trees above them. Roen stepped in front of Memory, putting her between him and the flower-covered wall. She looked past his arm but saw nothing except the continued movement of sprites shimmering about, undisturbed by the noise.
“Just some wild animal in the woods. We should head back inside. It’s too cold to be out anyway.” Roen extended an arm, inviting her into the house in front of him.
The warmth of the kitchen made Memory’s chilled skin tingle. She looked back past Roen for one final glimpse of the magical fairy lights. In the dark trees, a silhouetted figure moved amongst the twinkling, living stars. Moving into the kitchen she arched her neck for a better view and yelped when she walked straight into Brannon while looking the other way. Roen closed the door.
“Son, a word.” He stepped back and opened the curtain to the main room, ushering them both through. Isabeth lay on Roen’s thin bed, and another blanket had been laid out on the floor next to it.
Brannon led Roen across to the front door before looking back to Memory. “Eloryn is already asleep. You will be sharing the bed with her,” he said.
Pulling back the curtain to the bedroom doorway, Memory lingered to watch, to make sure Roen really wasn’t in any more trouble. Brannon talked to Roen in a whisper then slapped his hand on Roen’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. Roen replied then turned and nodded a goodnight to Memory where she stood watching. His eyes drifted to her side and a smile tugged the corner of his mouth. Memory turned to follow his gaze and saw Eloryn sleeping on the bed, her hair draped like ivory silk over her small shoulders. The sound of the front door closing turned Memory back to find Roen gone. Only Brannon remained, watching her thoughtfully. She let the curtain fall closed between them.
Buried in a bundle of thick down quilt, Eloryn heard soft footsteps approaching the bed. Having just shared the biggest secret of her life, one she and Alward had kept for sixteen years, her insides churned under her skin. She feigned sleep to stop the eager questions and looks of Roen’s parents. But when she lay down, despite her utter exhaustion, her mind would not quiet and let her get the rest she needed so dearly.
“All tuckered out from being a princess I suppose. Must be hard,” Memory’s whispering voice muttered from beside the bed. Her strange words made little sense. Eloryn hoped Memory would understand her words in return.
Eloryn sat up and looked to see they were alone. The double bed felt vast around her small form. Memory stared back for a second, her eyes red rimmed, making the green more vibrant in contrast. Then she turned away from Eloryn and sat on the other side of the bed.
“I’m sorry,” Eloryn said to Memory’s back.
She didn’t respond.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but you have to understand how important it was to remain secret.” Eloryn gripped the quilt, wringing it in her hands.
“I get it OK,” Memory said. “It’s just on a serious level of suck. I don’t even know what the hell is going on and you got me all caught up in it.”
“I promised I would help you, and I will. We will still try to find Alward, find out what happened with the Veil door, and help you get home. My heritage changes nothing there.”
“My ass it doesn’t.”
“You don’t understand. You don’t know-”
Memory turned and glared at her and her words cut off. Of course she
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