me what’s going on between you two?”
Aedion cut him a flat stare that would have
sent lesser men running. “Get a map. I want to
go over the passes again.”
Ren, to his credit, went in search of one.
Aedion gazed at the fire, so pale without
his queen’s spark of magic.
How long would it be until the wind
howling outside the castle was replaced by the
baying of Erawan’s beasts?
Aedion got his answer at dawn the next day.
Seated at one end of the long table in the
Great Hall, Lysandra and Evangeline having a
quiet breakfast at the other, Aedion mastered
the shake in his fingers as he opened the letter
the messenger had delivered moments before.
Ren and Murtaugh, seated around him, had
refrained from demanding answers while he
read. Once. Twice.