Chapter 17

• Freya wiped the sweat from her brow, her thoughts drifting back to her conversation with Dorian. Did he really think she was that naive? She knew he was laying traps, testing her in ways only he could, but she would not be caught off guard. Not again.
• After lunch, Matron Elira approached her with an air of finality, pressing a key into her palm.
• "Your duties have been removed, and your quarters have been relocated to the second floor. Your belongings have already been transferred."