Mollie's POV
Brian came to find me before dawn, his face carved from stone, and set something small and black on the table beside Chloe's cot.
"What is that?" I asked, leaning closer.
"A seal," he said. "Burned into the wagon floor. It's my brother's."
My stomach dropped straight to the ground. "Your brother did this? He nearly killed Chloe?"
"I don't know what he did," Brian said, his jaw tight. "I only know his mark was there. I need to speak with him, and I need you to stay here."
"No," I said, standing up so fast the stool scraped hard against the stone floor. "If he had any part in this, I want to hear it from his own mouth."
"Mollie."
"I am not asking your permission, Brian."
He looked at me for a long moment, then something in his shoulders gave a little. "Fine. But you let
