They barely waited an hour before riding hard for Sterling territory, the fragile peace of the afternoon shattered by the urgency burning in their veins.
"It doesn't make sense," Ivy said, more to herself than to Rhys, as they pushed their horses hard through the fading light. "Mira's the one who explained the entire prophecy to us. She could have easily fed us false information from the start if she wanted us to fail. Why help us survive the sealed site, the Farrow homestead, everything, if she's been working against us the whole time?"
"I don't know," Rhys admitted, jaw tight with barely controlled anger. "But my second's report was clear. Encrypted correspondence, found hidden in her study, dating back weeks before Callen's death. Someone inside Sterling territory has been passing inf
