Chapter 810 Proud

• Lexa
• Kaleb adjusts the loops and straps keeping my shifting dress in place, his fingers biting through the damp, rainy cold. There was a shift in the air last night, after a day spent mostly in solitude at Silas’s house. I’d spent most of the day looking out of the window, watching the trees sway between manor houses and in the small parks, all of them tinged with gold–the first signs of autumn.
• I missed the harvest.