Chapter 349 That Wasn't The Question

• Night pressed close to the palace, heavy with smoke from the cookfires and the sound of too many frayed tempers.
• The new code of conduct had gone out at sunset...Eva's neat, cruel little document...and the grounds had quieted by force if not by choice. Guards walked double patrols and the Dark Moon wolves held the inner ring, still as statues. Refugees muttered in their tents, their voices kept low by the memory of Adam's earlier roar.
• And Ann didn't sleep.