The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Ines's bedchamber, painting soft stripes of light across the floor. But Ines was not looking at the sun. Her attention was entirely focused on the piece of paper in her hands.
It was Carcel's letter.
She had read it three times already. The first time, she had read it quickly, her heart pounding in her chest, just needing to know the situation at hand. The second time, she read it slowly, savoring the strength in his words. And now, this third time, she read it for comfort.
We are going to play a game, my love.
The words sent a shiver down her spine, but it was not a shiver of fear. It was something else. It was the feeling of standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing that someone strong was holding her hand so she would not fall.
