We were half a day's ride north of Blackmoon when Kael's warriors reported that someone was following us.
"One rider," said the warrior who came back down the line to tell us. "Alone. Keeping their distance. Small. Cloaked. They have been behind us since the boundary stones."
Kael's expression did not change, but I felt the shift in him through the bond, the quiet coiling of a predator deciding whether a thing was a threat.
"Armed?" he asked.
"Not that we can see. And they are not trying to hide well. If they wanted to ambush us, they are doing a poor job of it."
I already knew who it was. I did not know how I knew, but I did — the way you know your own sister's step in a dark house.
"It is Selene," I said.
Kael looked at me.
"You are certain."
"I am certain." I drew my horse to a
