Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Also By K.A. Linde
- Kinkadia Map
- Alandria Map
- Pronunciation Guide
- Tribes
- The Celebration
- The Murder
- The Hangover
- The Journey
- The House of Shadows
- The Princess
- The Ball
- The King
- The Wall
- The Court
- The Masquerade
- The Light
- The Plot
- The Healing
- The Training
- The Masters
- The Problem
- The Meeting
- The Assassin
- The Testing
- The Course
- The Season
- The Lord
- The Star
- The Dragons
- The Protest
- The Library
- The Bond
- The Night of the Dead
- The Camp
- The Celebration
- The Suspect
- The Smoke
- The Martyr
- The Arrest
- The Probation
- The Holiday
- The Estate
- The Flight
- The Confession
- The Village
- The Hot Springs
- The Geivhrea
- The Winter Party
- The Heart
- The Blackouts
- The Symptoms
- The Council
- The Rally
- The Aftermath
- The Shift
- The Sickness
- The Spiritcaster
- The Awakening
- The Crux
- The Negotiations
- The River
- The Boats
- The Shadows
- The Battle
- The Defeat
- The Treaty
- The Trial
- The Execution
- The Father
- House of Curses
- Also By K.A. Linde
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
She hated the words that were about to come out of her mouth. This wasn’t what she wanted out of this trip, but if she stayed in Rosemont, she’d be stuck with March the entire time. There’d be no escape.
“I’m going home.”
His eyes rounded. That was the last thing he’d expected. “To Corsica?”
“Yes. To Waisley,” she whispered. She hadn’t uttered that word in twelve years. Couldn’t even think about Waisley without a fresh pang of despair. And now, she was committed.
“I didn’t think that you still considered the House of Cruse home.”
“It’s the first time I’ve been back. I’d like to see the estate and train on my own lands,” she told him, her heart aching at the very thought.
“I could… accompany you.”
They both knew it wasn’t proper for him to even suggest it. Courting had rules. Seeing her here was one thing, but returning home with her when they were betrothed without an invitation from her father was something else entirely.
“You could write to Kivrin,” she said easily. “If he’s there…”
He nodded. “I’ll do just that.” He bent at the waist once more, bringing her hand to his lips. “I look forward to seeing you again in your home. I have many fond memories of Waisley myself.”
She shivered as he departed. Yeah, she remembered him skinning live squirrels and tormenting her. He didn’t seem like that boy any longer, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. She needed a way out of this engagement and fast. Perhaps her father would be home at Waisley, and they could correct this egregious error.
38
The Estate
“We can’t train here,” Kerrigan told Fordham the next morning as she threw all of her clothes back into her traveling bag.
He blinked at her in confusion. “Why ever not?”
“Ashby March.”
“Ah. And what does your fiancé have to do with this?”
“He wants to court me. I had to think of a way to get rid of him.”
Fordham was quiet for a moment before asking, “And what did you decide?”
“I’m going home.”
“All the way back to Kinkadia?” he asked in confusion.
She sighed and looked back at him finally. “No. I suppose you will get to see my home, as I saw yours. We’re to go to Corsica, where the heart of the House of Cruse is. My father’s estate, Waisley.”
Now, his eyebrows rose, and he crossed his arms. “All this to escape Lord March? Couldn’t you just break off the engagement?”