Amy's POV

She let that question hang in the air like an invisible weight. Then a smile controlled and only half-reaching her eyes—appeared on her face. A bottle of wine was presented on the table between us, and she was quick to moisten her lips with it.

"My name is Ravenna, by the way," she said.

She offered no explanation of what faction she belonged to. I had learned that was the way to do it in situations like this; providing a name and nothing else was a power move. Ravenna. Her name came off like a blend of sharp icicles and velvet.

Even without knowledge of her rank, I...