They left the hunting lodge before sunrise.
The dead attacker was wrapped in canvas and tied across a spare horse. Mira and the second corrupted Lycan travelled under guard, both sedated as heavily as the healer dared. Even unconscious, they stirred whenever Ronan’s Sovereign Mark brightened.
Cassian kept Ronan in moon-silver. He loosened the chain across Ronan’s chest and moved his hands to the front so he could hold the reins, but the cuffs remained locked. The metal had burned deep around his wrists, reopening the skin whenever his horse stumbled.
Ronan had demanded the restraints.
Zinnia still found it difficult to look at them.
She rode Bramble with her injured shoulder strapped beneath her cloak. Nothing was broken, according to the healer, though each jolt sent pain through her
