This Life You Didn't Choose
In which Kassandra pays the price for drinking to forget, and discovers an unexpected truth about Kyra's past.
Kassandra awoke to darkness and the rough scratch of wool against her nose. It was unbearably hot. Her fingers scrabbled at thick fabric, and she flung the blanket aside only to instantly regret it: sunshine obliterated her sight, and she closed her eyes against the searing brightness, golden halos dancing behind her eyelids. She turned her head, her cheek coming to rest on cool hardness. Wood. She cracked open an eye, blinked back the harsh light, and saw wooden planks stretching out to meet blue skies. The deck of a ship, rocking her gently. She was on the deck of the Adrestia.
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