Chapter 7. Six Hours

June's POV

Garrick spread the map across the table in the records room, and Ronan started building a war.

"Thirty wolves," he said. "We cross at the lower ford an hour before moonrise, go straight up the pyre road, and take the cook out of whatever hole Bram's put her in."

"Thirty's thin," Garrick said.

"Then forty. Brenna leads the second line."

They talked fast, in short words, the way men talk when they've done something many times. I sat on a stool by the wall with a guard on either side of me and watched them plan it in five minutes.

"No," I said.

Neither of them looked up.

"No."

That time they did. Garrick frowned. Ronan didn't frown. He just went still and looked at me, the way he'd looked at Tobin's wound. Like I was something he needed to read before he decided whether to throw it away.

"Explain,"