Chapter Eleven: Happy Martalitas!

Rein didn't breathe for a moment. The chamber grew hot as she watched Jaska intently. His head turned toward her and Rein prepared to run, but then he stopped moving. Rein's taut muscles ached as she stood motionless like one of Jaska's marble statues. When the Grand Master snored again, Rein rubbed the sweat from her forehead and tried not to exhale too loud. Keep it together, she thought.

Then suddenly Jaska rolled over and Rein dove beneath a silver pillow. The cool satin felt relieving as she waited for confirmation that it was safe to emerge, but her heartbeat pounded painfully when she realized that Jaska had rolled over onto the key. She squirmed and wriggled around beneath the pile of silver, white, and gray pillows to make her way behind Jaska, and the weight on top of her increased her level of fatigue. Before she could emerge from the mound of cushion

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