Chapter Five
Violet sat on the roof for almost half an hour, perched on the low parapet outside Wintersmith’s window. The window was open. She could have climbed in if she’d wanted to, but climbing into a man’s bedchamber seemed a rather foolish thing to do. She’d already done too many foolish things tonight.
Wintersmith had spotted her. Twice! No one had seen her in more than two years of flying, and this man had caught sight of her twice in one night. And he hadn’t merely caught sight of her, he’d caught her.
She was going to have to tell her parents. And Rhodes.
Violet knew that she was lucky in her family. Not the status and wealth and the magic, although she was very lucky in those, too, but lucky in what her parents let her do. She was allowed to wait for a love match. She was al
