Chapter 167 That Wasn't Chance

• Davina sits at the small dining table of the quarters assigned to the Luna Choosing candidates, her parents on either side of her, with Axel occupying the seat at the other end. Her fingers move idly through the roasted vegetables and skewered meat on her plate, pushing them apart, gathering them again, her appetite absent, her mind elsewhere—still fixed on last night.
• Eryx is dead.
• The announcement she’d been waiting for all day had finally been delivered from Seraphel’s mouth in the Guild’s common hall. There would be a funeral, and attendance was expected. No elaboration, no inquiry entertained.