Book 2: The Night Before

Estrella

I tug Anwen through the forest. While I do have a map in the bag strapped to my back, I don’t pull it out. The bag is heavy because King Kieran packed us enough fresh water in canteens to last a week. 

I need a moment alone with my mate.

The twisting, winding roots guide my steps deeper. The forest just outside the castle had a certain appeal, but there’s a wildness here that tugs at me, urges me to forget everything and lose myself in it. As if I were in the Haze all over again.

“How far are we going?” Anwen laughs.

“As far as I like.” I smile. “I don’t intend to keep quiet, either.”

He swallows visibly. Ever since Nessa confessed, since Dorian escaped, we have been nothing but business. Who needs to be saved? Where should that happen? How can we prove everything we suspect? Our wedding, from beginning to end, has been planned with others in mind. Some of that, we owe our people. But a night of keeping careful dista