Chapter 73 Drinking Songs

• Ava
• I could feel the weight of every single pair of eyes in the tavern settling squarely on me, pinning me in place with their eager anticipation. A hush had fallen over the once-raucous crowd, the only sounds the faint strumming of the musician’s guitar and the crackle of the fireplace.
• Swallowing hard past the lump that had formed in my throat, I opened my mouth to protest, to wave off the request. “I... I really can’t sing,” I said.