Aria didn’t tell Kael that morning.
After Morwen returned upstairs, Aria made her way back into the lower chamber. She eased the shawl from her shoulders and set it aside. Then she settled onto the bedroll beside him, pressing her cheek against his chest as she had done every night during their eight-day journey south.
He shifted.
A moment later, he woke.
His face buried itself in her hair as he drew in her scent.
“My queen.”
“Yes.”
“You left.”
“Only briefly. I was in the stairwell. I’m here now.”
“Why were you crying?”
The question caught her off guard.
When she’d risen earlier, his silver eyes had been shut.
But he was a Lycan.
Lycans noticed things others missed. They heard changes in breathing. They caught scents hidden beneath scents. They sensed emotions people believed
