I look at the open window and sweep the glass off before placing him on it. His talons dig into the wood, and the glass crunches under his weight. However, he doesn’t fly off like I was hoping he would, but stays. Tobias curses under his breath, and I look at Lycus and Kalen. Kalen averts his gaze, a strange, dazed look slipping onto his face.
“Kalen won’t come to your aid, Aleera. He can’t. He can speak, but he won’t help.” Tears brim in Kalen’s eyes, which explains why he moves around wherever Lycus pulls him. It makes me wonder what happened to him after the mess-hall incident.
“Come here,” Darius says, and I rub my arms against the draft, trying to cover my exposed skin. I hesitantly move toward Darius, who smirks with a cruel glint in his eye that I was becoming all too familiar wi
