Maisie
It was far more likely that an unhinged demon had drawn a random symbol than Soren's dead mother was alive and in the castle.
And even if my first guess was right--and it wasn't--how was I ever supposed to investigate? Getting anywhere near the castle grounds was impossible. My mates were banished. Soren was on the Council now, sure, but that didn't mean he had his privileges back. And considering the Queen had tossed Mercer in a dungeon, they obviously weren't on best of terms.
Either way, we were never getting in.
I dozed at some point while mulling over the impossibility of it all. And perhaps because I was so drained, my nightmares were too tired to pursue me for once.
I slept more fitfully than I had in months, only faintly stirring late in the night when I felt Jericho's warm lips skim softly over my forehead, but I was far too groggy to open my eyes or register his words.
