Realizing that it’s useless lamenting my headache, I get up and pick the book off the floor. There are no chairs and tables in this library, and that fall made me one with the dust on the floor anyway, so I sit cross-legged against the shelf and prop the book open in front of me. Above my head, lam

Ch. 36. What a shit day. That’s my only thought as I lug through the hallways in the Crystal Palace. That underground library must have some warped sense of time, since it was well into the evening when I left. By the time I made it to the Palace through the stupidly huge ‘Imperial city’— as I’ve

“I see.” Zen says, and I feel the weight of his gaze “Is that all, My Lady?” I glance at him, hooded silver eyes like fresh frost, reflecting my own visage. I know the right thing to do is nod and end this conversation. I know it would change nothing if I complain and tell him how much I disliked

Of course he would accept it. Zen doesn’t force anyone or anything to be different than what it is. But that wouldn’t be fair. That wouldn’t be a partnership. I hold out a hand towards him “Consider your wish granted.” Zen takes my hand with his, and his gentle touch is familiar to me now. If I’d

“That will be all for today.” Ms. Milford stands from her seat across from mine, fixes her glasses. I maintain the small, professional smile I’ve had for the majority of our lesson. “Alright,” I set aside my cutlery neatly “Do you have any parting notes for me, Ms. Milford?” It’s been a week sinc