Lira stood the moment the door opened, chains rattling against the post she'd been secured to for weeks.
"I heard what happened," she said. "The boy who died at the gate."
"Not why I'm here." Kane stayed by the door, Ottilie a step behind him, blade visible but lowered.
"I know why you're here." Lira sat back down slowly, the chain pulling taut. "You're mobilizing against Marrow Ridge, and you've got no real intelligence on how Cassius fights, only what Talyn remembers from a decade ago."
Kane didn't answer, which was answer enough.
"I can help," Lira said.
"You've been locked in this room for weeks," Ottilie said. "What could you possibly know that we don't already have."
"I trained alongside Marrow Ridge fighters," Lira said. "Before Dorian. Before the wedding was even arranged. M
