Chapter Fifty-five
Rowan's POV
Elias caught up with me in the stables the following morning, before I'd fully finished checking the horses after the ride back from Ashford territory, and the particular set of his expressions told me immediately that he had no intention of letting last night's dinner pass without comment.
"We need to talk," he said.
"Do we?"
"We do."
I continued checking the saddle strap I'd been examining, mostly to give myself something to focus on that wasn't the conversation I already knew was coming. "If this is about the border patrol schedule—"
"It's not about the patrol schedule."
"Then it can wait.
."
"It really can't." He leaned against the stall door, arms crossed, patient in a way that told me he intended to stand there for however long it took me to s
