~Grace~
When she finally release her gaze, she puts her hand on my arm, and in a tone of remorse says, "I'm so sorry. But it's too late out there. Come with me, and I'll get you a cup of silkmallow tea. It will help you relax."
The young woman has such a sweet, gentle way about her, and I'm too tired and overwrought to resist as she leads me inside the house and opens a door to an outdoor balcony that gives a great view of the city.
The house isn't too high and I already imagine myself jumping down if anything feels off.
"Are you new to the capital? By the way, my name is Iris — you live with the High Alphas, right?," she says, interest lighting her eyes. Her dark hair is in a loose bun at the nape of her neck and loose tendrils frame her face.
"Grace," I sign, purposely ignoring her question.
"You have such a lovely name. You don't seem to be from around here — are you new to the Capital?" she asks again.
