This is post 5 of 5 in the series “Palace of Glass”

Mieshka slipped under the covers, enjoying the feel of the sheets against her bare feet. With Jo’s help, she’d managed an embarrassing, awkward shower—avoiding her stitches—and had washed out the dirt that had been stuck to her hair and skin since leaving Lyarne. The water had run brown for a full five minutes.

Jo clicked off the light. Mieshka felt a hand brush across her feet as the mercenary walked past. “Comfy?”

“Very,” Mieshka repli...