Lenora's POV
He arrived on a Thursday, without announcement.
I was in the teaching room when Kellan appeared in the doorway with the uncertain expression he used when something required judgment he wasn't sure he had yet.
"There's a young man at the bridge," he said. "He said he's not looking for the Alpha. He's looking for Lenora Vale."
I set down the herb bundle I'd been demonstrating. "Silver-blonde hair?"
Kellan blinked. "Yes."
"Tell him I'm coming."
Corvan was standing at the center of the bridge with his hands in his coat pockets and the look of someone who has traveled a significant distance and is now less certain of his reasons than when he left.
He was taller than I'd imagined. The silver-blonde hair, Marcelline's eyes in a face that had none of her stillness — this was a
