Alura awoke to the sound of her chamber door opening. Her hand slipped under her pillow to grab the hilt of the dagger she kept for emergencies. Only one person ever entered her room at this ungodly hour, but it never hurt to be prepared, especially with the Black Sparrow on the loose. It wouldn’t be the first time the two of them had gone toe-to-toe, but she hadn’t expected to see her again so soon. The sweet, floral scent of jasmine and honeysuckle confirmed her suspicion of who the intrude...