"To go north is to be sentenced to death." For you both.
A voice came from the dark ahead after hours of walking a narrow trail. After Caelan and I tugged hard on the reins, the horses skittered. Though I didn't pull out my knife, I reached for it. I knew that calm, judgmental tone.
Nyx Vale entered a place where pine trees reflected moonlight. Despite wearing dark, practical clothes for lengthy flights, she looked tranquil and fresh. One horse was tied behind her. She was waiting.
Caelan's sword was half-drawn. Honor the Observer."You are far from your post.
Seeing us fleeing blood and mud, she added, "Wherever the King's interest requires is my post." Stopping a diplomatic calamity is his current priority. Yes, you'll cause that." She looked my way. Lyra sent a shadow-hawk message an
