*Fiona*
The soldiers left the pitch ages ago. Right now, I’m trying to listen to the rest of the grounds, the tower, the forest, anything that will keep my wolf busy and quiet while I think. I haven’t bothered to shift into my human form since this morning. I am grateful that some random guard brought me lunch. They tend to come and leave quickly, leaving me to my thoughts. Ronan’s little visit was hours ago, and I still don’t understand.
I know that showing me the contract is meant to be a distraction, something to irritate me or whittle away at me, but the knowledge is useful to me.
Or at least it should be, but I can’t understand how.
The contract is baffling. Idiotic, based on what I know of Caldara.
A patch of remote land, a ceasefire, and me as a political hostage “as a sign
