Day 15. Halfway.
Mara wakes me before sun. "North tour today. Council orders. You have to go, they said if you don't go they will say you fear North and fear is unstable."
I sit up in floor nest. Caelan slept on floor next to my room wall, not in room, but close. My palm scar itches, new pink skin over cut from saving him. Chest cut under sweater is thin silver line now, second scar to match neck.
He is already awake downstairs, talking low with Jace and Theo. I hear horses outside, snorting cold air.
I wear black pants, thick black sweater, thermal leggings Mara knitted, fur cloak that smells like cedar because it was Caelan's old cloak before he gave it to me. He says it fits me better. Liar. It's huge.
Breakfast is fast, bread and stew, because North ride is long.
Six guards plus
