FIA
Maren's eyes moved from Thorne to me. Her gaze lingered on my face for a moment. She looked exhausted. Her hair was pulled back but strands had fallen loose. There were dark circles under her eyes.
"Then you are probably also the reason I am not in a cell right now," she said.
I opened my mouth to respond but she kept talking.
"Thank you," Maren said. Her voice was thick with emotion. "I thought I was going to die today. I thought Cian was going to execute us both. Being the way he is."
Oh. Oh.
"How is the Grand Luna?" I asked. I needed to change the subject. To focus on what mattered.
Maren's expression crumpled. She looked down at her hands. They were clasped together so tightly her knuckles had gone white.
"Not good," she said quietly.
I waited for her to continue.
Maren took a breath and let it out slowly. "When Luna Morrigan was first affected with what they thought was the rot, she was tested for poison. We ran every test we had. Every single one."
