The Fire Prince didn't leave.
Reign found him the next morning, sitting on the fortress wall like he belonged there. Her wolves had surrounded him at a distance, weapons ready, but he looked completely relaxed. When she approached, he was eating an apple.
"Your hospitality needs work," he said.
"You weren't invited to stay."
"And yet here I am." He took another bite. "Have you looked at those maps yet?"
She had. Spent half the night verifying his information with what her scouts knew. Most of it matched. Either he was telling the truth or he'd done his homework on her intelligence network.
"The troop movements are accurate," she admitted.
"Of course they are." He hopped down from the wall. "I don't waste time on lies when the truth serves me better."
"What do you really want?" She
