Selene’s POV
I am already moving before Lucian fully turns around.
The sentinel is at the edge of the tree line, near the path that runs along the outer wall toward the east wing, and he is not doing anything that would look wrong to a casual glance. Standing. Watching the house. The posture of a man waiting for instructions rather than a man who got left behind by accident.
Nobody gets left behind by accident in a convoy like that.
“He came with your father,” I say, keeping my voice low. “Which means he either has instructions to wait, or he was told to stay regardless of how the conversation went.”
Lucian’s jaw is tight. “Or Corrin told him to.”
Corrin.
I had almost let myself forget, for the length of that conversation at the gate, that there is a man sitting in Lucian’s study ch
