LYRE
Grace looks like a spooked deer, and I reign in my arcana hard. The poor thing's a mess. Thankfully, she slept through my little spat with her royal leech last night.
I sigh.
"The storm's one of his signatures. He likes a dramatic entrance, but it's not all his fault. Chaos can't really exist without…" My hands flutter in the air. "Chaos."
"Uh-huh." Grace just looks more confused than ever as she finishes making her cup of coffee. She slides into the bench opposite with me and takes a slow sip, her eyes finally meeting mine without sliding all over the place.
Guess it's finally time to turn the poor girl's world upside down.
She sucks in a deep breath. "So, did I sign my own death warrant by meeting him?"
"No, no. Nothing like that."
I tap my finger against the table, watching the girl across from me. Grace is trying so hard to appear casual, but her entire body's strung tight and her leg keeps jiggling under the table.
