Emory

I take a bath, soaking in notes of rose and lavender, letting my muscles relax as much as they will after the hellacious day I’ve had. King Kane had suggested taking a nap, and that does seem like a good idea, but I know I won’t be able to sleep. My mind keeps puzzling over everything that’s happened. How, exactly, did I come to be here? At what point did my father reach such desperation that he was willing to trade his own child to his enemy to pay off his debts?

I can’t say, and by the time the water has cooled, I have decided it’s futile to...