We’ll have the power to win this war.
We ride onward.
The night is quiet except for the sound of the horse’s hooves and the whisper of the wind in the trees. It emphasizes how alone we are out here. How alone I am—with a man who is plotting against my father.
His chest rises and falls steadily against my back.
“What makes you so sure Sebastian has what you’re looking for?” I ask.
I sense him deciding whether or not to answer. “I have my sources.”
“You have spies in Sebastian’s castle, you mean.” I recall his certainty that he was going to escape when I tended to Ryan’s wounds. “They let you out of the kennels, I presume?”
“Aye. And they confirm what . . . what someone from the Lowfell Clan has been telling us.” His tone darkens and I get the impression that whoever this someone is,
