She was more controlled, though her mind was a tumult, her emotions a wild roil. Was her father somehow caught up in all this? If Toran had been murdered, could Daerwyn have been involved? Cianne believed her father was capable of many things, but she had never imaged he might be capable of consp...
Dara said, standing at the threshold of Andersen’s office. For the first time in days, he’d left the door open, and she had pounced on the opportunity to speak to him. “I have not,” he said icily. “I told him I would get to them when I have the time.” &nb...
Fatigue sucked at her like a black void, draining the marrow from her bones. Her limbs felt leaden, her head pounded, and her eyes refused to focus. The effort seemed like such a waste. What was the point? She desperately wanted to lie in her bed and just give in to the horrible tiredness that se...