Chapter 39: Golden Boy
Azandra POV
Garnet’s tower had good energy for sitting in silence and casting spells and crystal gazing.
Azandra sat with Rose quietly, meditating. Rose’s eyes were closed and she sat cross-legged on the stone floor. Their breaths went in and out slowly.
Until they got the signal to move, to do anything, everyone in the family was on edge. Especially Garnet and Jiro. After all, they felt responsible for Cyran and Naomi, and they had just broken all of Jiro’s rules. Azandra was frankly surprised at how well Jiro had taken this turn of events. Maybe living with the Crimsontails had mellowed him. He used to hate the unexpected. Also, he had every reason not to trust Cyran in particular, and yet he did.
Kyon was only mildly surprised by all this. “Jiro’s always been different,” he told Azandra last night while they got ready for bed.
“But after all the time we all spent hating Cyran, I’m surprised,” she said.
Kyon shrugged. “Your own mother liked him for you at one point.”