SAGE
Isla hadn't stopped talking since we got back to the quarters.
"Come on, Sage," she whined, flopping dramatically onto the sofa, her braid bouncing over her shoulder. "You have to tell me what really went down between you and Darius! One second you were about to burn him alive, and the next—boom—you stop. Everyone saw it. You just stopped."
I didn't answer immediately. My thoughts were still in that field—still tangled around what had happened, what I had seen, and what it meant. The whispers, the heat, the look in Darius's eyes when he realized I wasn't what he thought I was.
Worse, he was really an ancient.
That word still tasted strange on my tongue. It made my heart flutter uneasily each time it crossed my mind.
And now there was tonight—the banquet. I wasn't sure what to expect. The royal family would be there, of course. Adam would be there.
