MAEVE'S POV
Of course I'd been nervous! I wanted her to deny she ever started it—it would be dangerous dancing that close to the Council of Ash Creek.
If they smelt even a drop of blood in the water, Nina would be exposed, and eventually, me. Our mission would be damned.
But Nina had assured me, only requesting that I tell her everything I remembered from the night of the Severance.
Not much had happened, if I was being honest—I'd told her how Ivan had thrown Rivierre against the tree and stormed off in rage, but nothing more had happened.
I'd advised that she stick to the script, that she saw him fling the priest and seem unsteady—but she only gave me a smug smile and returned a few hours later with an even brighter one.
"It went perfectly," she had said. "Devon would be proud of how far we've come. And I'm even more proud of you for putting the good of Darkwind over your past with Ivan. You'd make an excellent Luna to Darkwind."
