Chapter 220: Making Mistakes

The black eye was still gruesome, but it improved over the next week as Jane worked in the kitchens, tried and failed to shift with Vincent , and generally avoided everyone. The spring rains had come to stay and the kitchen was packed every night, so Jane took to eating dinner on the shadowed steps, arriving just before the Story Keeper began speaking.

Story Keeper—that’s what Emmy was, a title of honor amongst both Fae and humans in Wendlyn. What it meant was that when he began telling a story, you sat down and shut up. It also meant that he was a walking library of the kingdom’s legends and myths.

By that time, Jane knew most of the fortress’s residents, if only in the sense that she could put names to faces. She’d observed them out of instinct, to learn her surroundings, her potential enemies and threats. She knew they observed her, too, when they thought she wasn’t paying attention. And any shred of regret she felt at not approaching them was burned up by the fact that no one bo