Nobody slept for the rest of that night. The guards took shifts standing watch over what remained of the camp while the three captured attackers — two unconscious, one conscious but tight-lipped — were bound and set apart under close guard, and Luna sat by the low-burning fire with Corvin's signet ring turning over and over in her own hands, feeling the weight of it far beyond its actual metal.
"Why me specifically," she said finally. "Why would House Marrow send their private enforcers after a bride they've never even had reason to notice before this week?"
Corvin was quiet for a long moment, weighing, she suspected, exactly how much of his own knowledge to hand over — an old habit dying slowly, if it was dying at all.
"Because you changed the story," he said finally. "House Marrow has
