Chapter 115 Ruin Everything

• Davina marches through the palace corridors, her heels striking the marble floor with fierce, impatient clicks, despite knowing she should be quieter. The wolf-head pendant rests at her throat, the amber stone warming against her skin.
• She has felt something strange all evening.
• At first she dismissed it as nerves. The first trial. The attention. The whispers in the hall about her score. The fact that it was her birthday and every second person seemed to learn that all thanks to her mother.