Sigora spoke for the first time. "She's been quite productive. The healers are impressed with her methodical approach. She's documented thirty-seven different desert plants and their magical properties in the past three weeks."
"I needed something to do," Grace said quietly. "Something that wasn't just sitting around feeling guilty. And I discovered that I'm actually good at this—the analysis, the documentation, the careful measurement and observation. It's... satisfying in ways that being Marcus's wife never was."
Jorghan studied her, this woman who'd murdered him and whom he'd kidnapped in retaliation. She was finding purpose here, building something new from the ruins of what she'd been. It was uncomfortable to witness, challenging his neat categorization of her as purely a monster.
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked.
