âDid I say you could put your bloomy hands on my books?â Aloraâs voice rings through the library, and I glance over my shoulder as she enters.
I ignore her, putting my focus on the book again. âDo you have any books on Tethers?â
âIâm afraid not,â she says. âThe Cold Tether is a sacred study, and with all the Gilded running around Vanora, The Council believe itâs better that they donât digest too much of it here. After all the rumors about Decius overpowering Selah, wellâ¦I try not to have them at my peopleâs disposal.â
âSo youâd rather they be ignorant to their history?â
âNot at all. If they wish to learn about the Cold Tether, theyâre more than welcome to do so. Itâs just not something we teach to our own very muchâand donât act like itâs my fault the rule is in place. I didnât create it. I suppose The Council doesnât want anyone getting any big ideas about using their energy to overthrow their superiors.â
âHmm.â
âWhy arenât you sleeping?â she asks, sitting on a chaise in the corner.
âI donât sleep much. You know that.â
âAh, yes. How miserable that must be. Are you still on those black tablets then?â
I cut my eyes at her. âHow is that your business?â
âOf course, you are.â She sighs, placing an elbow on top of the chaise, resting on her side. âFor the love of Vakeeli, Caspian, when will you learn to unwind? You allow your traumas to fester and hold you down. Itâs no way to live.â
âYou donât know anything about traumas, Alora, so stop talking to me about them.â
âI know a thing or two.â
I close the book in hand and slide it back in its place on the shelf. âA few slaps on the wrist from King Papa doesnât count as trauma.â
I take the seat across the room.
âWhy do you pretend you donât feel anything for Willow?â
I frown. âWhere the hell did that come from?â
âYou know what I can do, Caspian. You know what I can see. It is abundantly clear how intrigued you are of her.â
âShe literally dropped into my forest, an unknown woman from another world. Who wouldnât be the least bit curious?â
Alora narrows her eyes. âYou know what I mean.â
I lean back in the chair, spreading my legs apart. âMind if I light me bloom?â
âThe smell of bloom gives me headaches. You know that.â
âThen I suppose you should leave then, eh?â I pull out my silver case, plucking out a bloom. When I find my lighter, I spark the end, and Alora rolls her eyes.
âStubborn mule.â
âLeave me be.â
She stands, sauntering across the large room. âYou should stop rejecting what you feel for her,â she says at the door.
âI feel nothing,â I respond through a haze of smoke.
Alora chuckles. âI donât believe you.â Then she leaves the library, and Iâm grateful for the silence. It would be quieter in my chambers, but I canât sleep in that bed. I canât sleep, period. Weâre too close to Ripple Hills, and this truce she has with them means they can come and go as they please.
Another reason why I didnât want Juniper going out with a woman who isnât from this world. She stands out far too much for someone not to notice. Plus, who knows what her energy brings, or what sheâs brought from her world that could cause trouble here.
Fuck, I never should have let them go out. But thereâs Killian. Heâll watch them. Heâll keep me posted.
I close my eyes, and the sound of music fills the hollows of my brain. People are yelling. Strobe lights bouncing. The smell of bloom and sour scent of tonics.
This place is different. Oh shit. Is that guy staring at me? No, heâs not. Heâs looking past us. Right. What kind of top is that? Eww, where are their pants? Jesus. I shouldâve stayed at the palace.
Juniper and Willow must be in Iron Class already. I feel Willowâs heart racing, her mind running through a million thoughts. Itâs all so new to her. The problem is I can sense her excitement. Sheâs thrilled to see these new things, but I also get a glimpse of her worry, as if she knows something bad will happen while sheâs out.
And because of it, I keep listening to her thoughts, praying to Vakeeli that the night goes smoothly enough for me to ignore her again.