She had dreams that shamed her in the morning, dreams where Ronan gave her a white powdered cake, yet spoke in Arin's voice. I made this for you, he said. Do you like it?The powder was so fine that she inhaled its sweetness, but always woke before she could taste.
Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime
arin, grief, guilt, kestrel, kestrel-trajan, ronan, vengeance