Knox’s POV
“We’ve got them by the short hairs now,” my father said, rubbing his hands together.
I didn’t care about short hairs. Or long hairs, to be honest. But I sat in my father’s office and pretended to listen, just the same.
“You need to go back to Winter Harvest and let Aira know you’re on to her. We have leverage now to get that wood,” he continued.
That got my attention. “Go back to Winter Harvest?” I protested. “I never want to see her again!”
“And where else,” he asked, “do you propose to get the wood you so desperately need?”
I gave that some thought then sighed in resignation. “I’ll go.”
“That’s my boy!” he said proudly.
I went upstairs and told Kaj to pack me up for a short trip to Winter Harvest. Because it was going to be as short as humanly possible.
Aaron came to
