AYASHA'S POV
The servant looked around nervously one more time before nodding. "I'll see what I can do," she whispered, then hurried away down the corridor.
I watched her disappear around a corner, then turned back toward my quarters. The conversation with the other Lunas had left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I needed time to think about what came next. The sunset games were only hours away, and I had no idea what fresh hell the King had designed for us.
"Is that your little birdie?"
I stopped walking. Imara stood behind me, having followed me out of the dining room. Her dark eyes held that calculating look I was getting used to, like she was always working through some problem in her head.
"Perhaps," I said.
I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "Are you stalking me now?"
The question made her smile, which wasn't the reaction I'd expected. "Not stalking. Observing. There's a difference."
