The Sundial

ROWAN’S POV

“So, funny story—”

“Rowan.”

“Do you want it right now, or should we save it for a moment when there isn’t an elder present to—”

Eleanor makes a noise.

It begins as a wheeze.

And my very first thought is I have killed her; I have killed the only elder who ever liked me, felled by a marble penis; that’s my whole legacy; that’s what they’ll carve on my headstone — and then her narrow shou