Wren’s POV
Nell’s window is open, and Nell is still in bed.
That’s the first thing. I get up those stairs ahead of everybody because I’m the only one not carrying an injury or a rank, and I go through the door expecting an empty room, and instead she’s propped against the headboard with the cold coming in over her and a look on her face I will remember for a long time.
“He’s gone out over the roof,” she says. “Don’t shout at me. I let him.”
“Nell.”
“I said don’t shout.” She’s shaking. Not from cold. “Shut the window, girl, and sit down, and I’ll tell you what I’ve done.”
Ronan comes in behind me, and Maren behind him, and Nell looks at the three of us and laughs, wet and awful.
“Eleven years he sat in that chair,” she says. “You’ve none of you any idea what that does to a man. I’ve
