Sable's POV
Rook found me near the fire pit an hour later, watching me the way he watched everyone else get sized up since I arrived.
"Bram tell you anything useful?" he asked.
"Not really. Mostly that whatever happened to me last night isn't going away."
"Figured as much." He nodded toward a log near the fire. "Sit. We need to talk about how things work around here, since you're planning on staying."
I sat, mostly because my legs still felt shaky from the sleepless night. "I didn't realize I had a choice about staying."
"You do. Nobody's forcing you to be here." He stayed standing, hands loose at his sides. "But if you're staying, you need to understand what that means, because it's not like Ironclaw. Nobody's going to hand you a bowl and tell you to scrub floors because that's your
