Rion stared at the missive one more time and then tossed it onto the table. Dragging a hand through his hair, he stared up at the portrait he’d done of Annie and Kerr as he silently prayed.Please do not go, Annie. Please. Do not leave me.
Please do not go, Annie. Please. Do not leave me. “Lord Rion?”
He turned to see Grimar standing in the open doorway. He nodded for the man to continue.
“I requested a trap. And Lady Annie is on her way up.”
The last surprised him. Rion knew she had left to visit with Ian, as much as he didn’t want her to. But he had expected her to be gone longer than this.
“Is she alone?”
The messenger nodded.
“Thank you, Grimar. Any word on Daralien or Jeffer?”
“No, my lord. However, the weather is beginning to get colder.”
Rion frowned. “Do the predic
