Kane threw himself onto his horse before the messenger finished speaking.
"Talyn, with me," Kane said. "Marrow Ridge, now."
Talyn didn't hesitate, mounting fast despite everything he'd said an hour ago about not trusting his brother. "How bad is the wound."
"Don't know," Kane said. "Messenger didn't have details. Just that Grath was waiting, and someone warned him Cassius was coming."
They rode hard, pushing the horses past comfortable limits, Talyn's jaw set the entire way, old feelings about his brother clearly warring with the urgency of the moment. They reached Marrow Ridge territory by evening, fighters at the border tense and armed, recognizing Talyn immediately despite years of separation.
"Where's Cassius," Talyn demanded, dismounting fast.
"Healer's quarters," a guard said,
