The parchment trembled in Cassia's fingers as she reread the words for the third time. The ink sat clear in the early morning light filtering through Jeric's chamber windows, but the meaning only seemed to grow worse the longer she looked at it.
Ask your husband where the rest of the grain went.
Jeric stood beside her, his jaw tight as he examined the token she'd found with the note. It was a small copper disc stamped with the image of a mountain split by lightning. The metal was warm from his touch as he turned it over in his hand.
"What does it mean?" Cassia asked, her voice still rough from sleep and the weight of the morning. "This can't be random Jeric.
