Chapter 64
Zara’s POV
Promises from Greyson should come with warning labels.
He kept hold of my wrist as we descended the tower stairs, guiding me through narrow stone turns while I tried very hard not to think about kisses, Lady Mirelle, or the fact that “you have me” had lodged somewhere under my ribs like a weapon.
I disliked emotional vulnerability.
It was inefficient.
At the base of the stairwell, the runner who had shouted earlier nearly collided with us.
He skidded to a halt, panting.
“My Alpha—my Lady—”
I blinked.
“My what?”
He went pale.
“I—my apologies—I meant—”
Greyson saved the man’s life.
“Report.”
The runner straightened instantly.
“Scouts returned from the northern ridge. Morvena’s forces did not retreat randomly.”
Of course not.
“They split into three colu
