Talyn grabbed Kane's arm before he'd taken three steps toward the stables.
"You're not listening to me," Talyn said.
"I heard you."
"You didn't hear me. You heard words and decided to go anyway." Talyn's grip tightened. "Cassius doesn't do anything without three reasons behind it. If he wants a meeting, it's because a meeting gets him something. You walking in there alone hands it to him."
"I'm not going alone." Kane pulled his arm free, gentle but firm. "I'm going with terms. Ottilie scouts the border first. If it smells wrong, I don't cross it."
Talyn didn't look satisfied, but he fell into step beside Kane anyway, following him toward the stable where Ottilie was already saddling two horses.
"You're coming too," Kane said to her.
"Already assumed that." Ottilie tightened a strap
