I don’t tell her what I’m really listening for, that I sift through each vapid rumor for whispers of Astrean resistance, for any hope that someone is still out there, that someday they might rescue me. “That’s because I listen,” I say with a wink. “You always know the best gossip, Thora.” When I only smile in response, she sighs and elbows me lightly in the side. “Really? Where did you hear that?” she gasps. “I suppose when you consider her actual father’s debts…” I trail off, arching an eyebrow.Ĭrescentia’s eyes widen. He’s old enough to be her father and he smells like rotten meat.” She wrinkles her nose. “Yes! They say she’s hoping to entice Duke Clarence,” Cress says. “No!” I shriek, pretending to be scandalized. You could practically make out her intimate attire-or lack thereof!”
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