Rohan didn't move for a long moment. He just stood there staring at the screen like it had said something in a language he hadn't spoken in years but still remembered too well. The stillness in him was different from the stillness she'd noticed the night before, the calm, unhurried presence that had made her feel safe enough to fall asleep in a stranger's bed. This was something colder. Something with old edges that hadn't dulled at all in whatever years had passed since they were first cut.
"Rohan." Elena said his name carefully, watching the muscle in his jaw work. "What border skirmish?"
He pocketed the phone without answering, the motion sharp enough that she understood, without needing to be told, that whatever lived behind those words wasn't something he handed out easily.
"I get
