Page 196 of Sky’s Edge

We were leaving the breakfast room to reconvene in Aleece’s chamber seeing as the palace had sent a case of her things, and she wanted to make sure she had something stunning to wear to dinner, because if she didn’t have it, we had to get on-pane shopping so she could order something with urgent delivery.

Though Gayle didn’t have anything, she already shared she knew exactly what she wanted and had ordered it on her Palm while sitting at the breakfast table for same-day delivery from an exclusive department store in Abyssinia.

But it was on our way out when Zyra caught me.

“Can we talk a second?” she murmured.

I was glad she asked, because I was feeling weird about how she’d been kind of weird at breakfast.

“Be right there,” I called to the other gals.

We got “okays” and nods before they disappeared in Aleece’s room.

Zyra took me to her and Manny’s room.

Their bedchamber was decorated in glimmer and deep purples—heavy on the glimmer. It was a favorite of mine because the juxtaposition was divine.

She went to her nightstand, nabbed her tablet and came back to me.

“I need to show you something,” she said.

“Okay,” I replied, not liking her affect.

She’d stopped hiding it and seemed outright tweaked.

“Remember when I was taking pictures of the furniture and art that were in the unused rooms at the citadel?” she asked.

I couldn’t forget. Even though it seemed like ages ago, it wasn’t that long at all.

“Yes.”

She pulled up something on her tablet I couldn’t see and looked at me.

“And remember you asked me to cease sending you pics of the paintings?”

I nodded.

“Well…” She huffed out a breath. “This is one of the pics I didn’t send. Though, when I didn’t, I hadn’t yet met your friends.”

She turned her tablet around.

At first, I needed to narrow my eyes to focus on what I was seeing. There was a lot of damage. Some peeling.

Then my stomach dropped when it came clear.

“That’s Selediel,” she whispered.

“Who’s Selediel?” I forced out, not even close to recovered from what was accosting my eyes.

“The beautiful fae who was sequestered at Sigil. And who the king starved to death there.”

A brisk chill stole acutely over every inch of my skin.

I forced my eyes to hers.

I was about to say something, but she got there before me.

“And I can’t know for sure, but I would assume Prince Cormac has seen a portrait of her. Selediel is an ugly piece of history for all the realms, but mostly Land’s End, which she had to escape, and Sky’s Edge, which proved the death of her. Her story was buried. But it wasn’t erased.”