Kaelan moved in front of me before I could even process what the stranger said. His hand went straight to the blade at his hip.
"How did you know we'd be here," he demanded, "at exactly this moment?"
"I didn't," Old Corvin said. He slid off his horse, every movement slow and careful, like someone who'd spent a lifetime saving his strength. "I've watched the Farrow parcel for eleven years, Prince Kaelan. I was nearby when the alarm bells started in the capital. It didn't take long to figure out why."
"That's not exactly reassuring," I said.
"No," Corvin said, calm even with Kaelan's suspicion. "I doubt anything about tonight has felt safe for either of you." His pale eyes landed on me, and for a second, I saw something shift there. Recognition. Maybe grief. "You have her eyes. Your gran
