POV: Ronan
I did not sleep well.
Not because of the silver, the healers had cleared most of it by the second day and my body was doing what Lycan bodies did, which was to heal faster than was strictly reasonable, but because I kept turning the same thing over in my head and could not put it down long enough to rest.
Someone had opened that east gate from the inside last night.
Kaelira had told me at breakfast, quietly, while Nessa was out of the room, describing the hooded figure and the gate swinging open before any knock was made, and I had listened to every word with my face arranged into something neutral while the list of people with access to that gate ran through my head on repeat.
It was not a long list.
I spent the first day doing what I always did; attending to the kingdom,
