THIRTY-FOUR
Lord Ronin wept when he saw Rhona, and he couldn't seem to stop thanking Grieve for bringing her home. He either didn't hear or chose to ignore Grieve's protestations that he'd done nothing, and embraced him like a son.
Doireann was dead, murdered by the Albans, and Ronin had feared Rhona had suffered a similar fate.
"If not for you, I would have lost everything," Lord Ronin said with an enormous sniffle.
He still had his house, all the supplies in Sanctuary, and three of his daughters unharmed because of their early retreat to the caves, Grieve thought but didn't say as the three girls lined up to hug Rhona and drop an awkward curtsey each in his direction, at their father's command.
Grieve wanted to turn and run right out of the house, then maybe take up an axe and v
