Chapter 137 Of Dresses And Decay

• [ELARA]
• Lady Brook catches me just as I step out into the corridor, the taste of the cinnamon honey porridge from breakfast still lingering on my tongue. Magnus has gone off to meet with Lord Rustyn, something about the guest list for the ceremony, and I’m half-lost in thought when a firm hand wraps around my wrist and tugs me into the shadows of an archway.
• “Goddess,” I whisper, startled, but it’s only Lady Brook—dark-haired, wry-eyed, and entirely unimpressed by formal entrances.