“Hello, Willa,” Rhys said as the woman rounded a corner of the path and came into view. “Seems the atrium is popular today.”
“Rhys, Kiera,” Willa paused, realizing she’d interrupted. “I was just coming to gather herbs for the kitchen.”
He watched as she set a basket at her feet, then bent and began cutting branches with a short knife.
“I’ll not be long,” Willa said.
“Take your time. I was just showing Kiera around the castle.” He led her down the path, toward the door Willa had entered.
“Very well. I’ll see you at the late meal.” She glanced over her shoulder, then shook her head. The Roanoaks were a handsome, wild, powerful group of men. Though grateful for their wealth and ability to protect Raven, she didn’t envy their Others. What would have to be overcome if they were to break th
