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The blonde woman stumbled from the room Junia shared with Fabien, half-dressed and completely hammered. Junia watched her from the shadows of the hallway, eyes narrowed while the blonde made her way in the opposite direction, humming a happy little tune. Something hot burned behind her eyes, a...

The silver hit the stone with a metallic, accusing clink and Junia felt it in her stomach as guilt crept in. She cursed herself under her breath, a single sharp intake of air that tasted like iron. "I'm sorry," she whispered to Leif, taking two stuttering steps away from him, feeling utterly...

Junia yelped, a string of sharp, guttural words from her homeland spilling from her lips before she could stop them. "Guðir hjálpi mér! God's help me! Ógnarvænn helvíti hunda! Monstrous hell hound!" Curses her mother would have washed her mouth out for, spat out now in panic as claws and teeth...

Dovaryn? Junia's lips curved faintly at the strange word on his tongue. A sound half-foreign, half-haunting and entirely brewed by his fever. "Hm..." She murmured, almost dismissive, as though she had not heard it properly, or perhaps she did not wish to dwell on it. Yet the word clung in her...

Junia's lips curved when he spoke of choice, though it wasn't in amusement. It was something quiet and sad. Her thumb brushed unconsciously over the rim of the stone pestle, smearing more green paste onto her fingers. "Choice..." she echoed softly, almost to herself. "Tell me what it means...

You shouldn't be in here, sad girl. Junia jumped at the sound of his voice, a small, involuntary hop that sent the hem of her silk skirts tangling under her foot. She stepped backwards, fumbling to free herself as one shoe caught on the folds. Her basket bumped the bars behind her and a few...

Junia had seen hundreds of fights in the Bloodpit. Wolves pitted against wolves. Wolves pitted against men. The blood had run so thick some nights that the sand was stained for days after. She had learned, under Fabian's watchful eye, to smile at their spectacle. To sip her wine with a polite...

The crowd was no less rowdy than when the first wolf's broken body had been dragged from the sand. The air was thick with excitement now. Junia tried to avoid looking tense, though her stomach rolled from the gore she had witnessed. When the next gate opened and a black-furred monster stalked...

The bells tolled above Ashcroft, announcing the night's entertainment. The smell of iron never left the Bloodpit. It clung to stone, to the sand, to the air itself. Junia Carriven sat stiff-backed in the Carriven box, no better than a gilded cage with its black iron latticework carved with...