"I said no," Caden repeated. His voice wasn't loud, but it was heavy. "The cage is for animals, she's a high-value prisoner. If she freezes to death or gets sick out here, we have no more use for her. She stays in my tent where I can watch her."
Vane let out a short, nasty laugh. "Your tent? You want to play house with the enemy’s daughter while the rest of us sleep in the dirt? Don't forget who you are, Caden. You're the son of the family that bastard slaughtered.”
Something tightened in my stomach at his uncle’s mention of the m******e.
But if Caden was affected, he didn't show it. “I have a mission I remain focused on and tonight, it is to keep our hostage alive,” he said, stepping closer until he blocked me from Vane’s view.
"Your men are drunk, if one of them gets too excited in
