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Farin narrows his eyes, and for a moment I think I’ve got him. But then a cruel grin warps his features. “Don’t be frightened of death. It’s dark and lonely for beings like you and me, but you’re a fool if you believe the Fates forget about us. Stay interesting enough, and they might just weave you back into the story.”
I don’t have time to process his taunt, because something shrieks from the tree line, and the sound sends a flock of ravens hurtling toward the sky.
For the first time, I stop to consider why there’s a pit dug into the ground.
Farin turns just in time to duck out of the way as a scorpion the size of an elephant launches itself into the pit.
CHAPTER 30
KIRAN
The inn we stop in to stay the night in Avelea is just the sort I would rather not stay in, but Fin picked it out from a noticeboard when we made it into town and I kept my mouth shut.
I’m trying my best not to antagonize him or give him any more reason to hate me than he already has, but it’s proving difficult when any decision he makes is the opposite of what I would do.
This inn, for instance.
For one, it stinks of rot and vaanweed, mostly thanks to a certain inhabitant who sits behind the counter taking both food orders and payments from those who need rooms.
I don’t know why we couldn’t have just stayed in the simple family inn down the street. Sure, we probably would have been forced to sleep on the floor, but at least then we wouldn’t have the stink of vaanweed lingering on our garments by the morning.
The innkeeper gives us curious looks, though we can’t be the only ones who’ve stopped through this place with our hoods drawn to obscure our faces. He must assume we’re assassins or mercenaries of some sort, because he uses the word “discreet” about seven times during what should have been a three-sentence exchange.
“How long are you staying?”
“Just a night.”
“That’ll be twelve coppers.”
It isn’t that difficult.
Still, by the time we’ve made it to our room, I’m grateful for the two beds. I claim the one by the door, though Fin immediately says, “Want to be the only one who can escape if assassins come through the window?”
I raise my brow. “Want to be the only one to escape if they come through the door?”
Red splotches appear on my twin’s neck, but I just stare at the ceiling and try not to think about the critters who’ve likely also stayed the night in this bed.
From what others tell me, my brother is pleasant. Clever, even. Unfortunately, I never get to witness that side of him, if it even exists.
Still.
I’m probably being too harsh with him.
I turn my head to look at him and open my mouth, though I have no idea what I’m supposed to say. As it turns out, I don’t have to say anything. Don’t get the chance. Because Fin murmurs something about being hungry and practically flees the room, almost slamming the door behind him.
My skin heats, my magic flaring with my irritation, but I take deep breaths, doing my best to calm myself.
I don’t know why I let myself get so aggravated at him when I’m the one who tore our relationship apart. There had been a time—a short, rather fleeting time—that we had actually begun getting along. Back when Gwenyth, of all people, brought us together.
Of course her apparent selflessness was actually a ploy to satisfy her own thirst for power, which I somehow find even more irritating.
I’m already not looking forward to telling Asha how this trip is going. To her asking me if I even tried. She won’t ask it that way, of course. She’ll be much kinder about it than I could ever manage, and it’ll be immensely frustrating because I won’t even be able to be mad at her for implying what I know is the truth.
That I’m not trying. Not really.
I know that. Asha will know that. Probably already knows with that extra sense of hers.
So I sigh and roll out of bed, astounded at how quickly I’ve already developed knots in my muscles from the lumpy mattress.
