Chapter 188

Calanthe cut her palm with a thumbnail, smeared blood on the old ward stone at the garden’s edge, and whispered a quick pattern. The stone thrummed. The koi leapt, one after the other, like they were trying to see over the wall.

“Even the fish are worried,” she said sighing to herself, her lips forming a little pout. “Adorable.”

“Enough commentary,” I muttered.

She looked at me, all the humor gone