Gavin's POV
He had been telling himself this was a strategy.
Three nights on a frozen ridge with his knee aching and Rook giving him that look—the one that meant "I have opinions but I enjoy being alive"—and he had kept telling himself it was a strategy.
He was fairly sure that was a lie.
A strategic man would have gone home after the first night. Listened to his father. Stayed in his territory and focused on the alliance and Vanessa, who was perfectly capable of noticing when her husband hadn't slept in his own bed for three nights.
He shifted his weight on the ridge. The frozen ground crunched once under his boot. Rook glanced at him.
Gavin looked back at the wall.
Below the ridge, the Crimson Court's eastern wall sat exactly where it had been for three nights—dark
