Ryder's POV
Drevane was a low grey town with a river smell and streets too narrow for a cart to turn in without argument.
We left the horses at the edge of it. Xander's two men stayed with them. Mira walked between Xander and me without touching either of us, her head forward, her oxblood boots quiet on the wet stones.
"Third street off the mill bridge," she said. "Blue door. He will be awake."
"How do you know," Xander said.
"Because she rode three days to get here and she would not have waited at the door."
We turned off the mill bridge. Third street. Blue door.
A light was on behind the shutter.
Mira knocked.
A chair scraped. Footsteps. The shutter opened a crack and an eye came to it pale, set wide, her bone structure under older skin.
"Who is" He stopped. "Mira."
"Hello, C
