Chapter 12 — The Window (Kade)
Pack law says a traitor's belongings burn.
Kade Sinclair had broken exactly one law in his life, and he had broken it every day for five years.
The room was on the third floor of the packhouse, at the end of the east hall, and no one entered it but him. Her mending basket sat where she'd left it, a shirt of his still folded over the rim, needle parked mid-seam. Her second cloak hung on the door peg. On the sill, a jar of flowers from the north ridge had dried five years ago into brown paper ghosts, and he had never once been able to throw them out, because she had picked them the last morning of the world, laughing, telling him they were weeds and she was going to make him like them anyway.
The elders had come with torches the week after the exile. Law is
