Her head ached. She didn’t know if Aren had done the right thing by going to the Inquisition about the Resurrection Men. It was wrong they were stealing corpses from their graves, but it wasn’t right to simply burn them. The zombies hadn’t asked to be brought back. She opened the door to her bedroom and stopped. Spiders covered the walls and swarmed over the floor. Their black bodies formed a writhing carpet. The spiders were part of the school’s inner defences. Someone or something had tried to break into her room. The curtains fluttered, stirred by a breeze. When she had left that morning, the window had been closed. The spiders parted for her as she went to the window and pulled it shut. A faint trail of fine powder covered the windowsill. She ran her gloved finger over the residue. It came away with dust that glittered. A fairy had been in her room. She had seen the same residue on the windowsill at the boarding house. The Duke had been at the boarding house as well.
