You don’t know what’s going on.
Elenon’s words irritate me, even days after what had happened in the grand hall. Who does he think he is talking to me like that? He may have been put in charge of taking care of us, but he doesn’t have a right to act like a smug prick just because he has one.
“Pandora,” my mother calls out before I can reach the side door to the house. Things have been better between us since I’ve been working with Brina, but I still feel like there’s more that she isn’t saying to me. Especially after what Elenon said.
“Yes,” I reply, turning to see her standing within the kitchen doorway. Her long hair is braided back today, but it doesn’t do much to bring the light back into her eyes that disappeared when we left my father.
“Do you think you can run into town and drop this off at the bakery for me?” she asks, holding out a folded letter. “It’s just an order I need put together for the upcoming festivities.”
Festivities?
