Ashes of Betrayal

MAEVIA

I led Torin through the upper corridor of Cove Hall while the sound of distant conversations echoed below us. The ocean wind slipped through the open stone arches, carrying the smell of salt and wet wood from the harbor cliffs.

Torin stayed close behind me with a troubled expression.

"Maevia, stop this now," he urged. "You are chasing suspicions without proof."

I continued walking without s