Chapter 59

• Alera’s POV
• The night air was crisp as I stepped out into the courtyard, clutching the small scroll Kael had entrusted me with. It was a simple task, really—deliver a sealed message to the envoy waiting by the eastern gates—but it meant something to me. That he trusted me enough to handle it. That he didn’t see me as fragile or breakable like others used to.
• I moved quickly through the winding halls of Ironclaw, my mind slightly elsewhere—floating in between Kael’s soft glances earlier at the wedding, and the venom in Ivy’s voice in the bathroom when she didn’t know I was listening.