CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rika had grown to hate her rooms in the last few weeks with a passion she hadn’t known she possessed. She hated being stuck in these four walls, hated Endi for keeping her there like this, hated everything that was happening in Ishjemme while she was cooped up there.
She was even starting to hate her harp, and Rika hadn’t ever believed that could be possible. She’d never loved anything as much as playing it when she was a child, but now, it just seemed like another symbol of how trapped she was. What good was it, playing a beautiful instrument like this, if the world around her wasn’t beautiful?
“Maybe I should just apologize to Endi so he lets me out,” Rika said, for what had to be the hundredth time. For the hundredth time, she rejected the idea out of hand. There were
