Chapter 101

Mara's POV

The supplies made the refuge feel briefly occupied by ordinary people. There were apples in the kitchen, clean bandages in a drawer, and a small tin of coffee Lucien claimed had been smuggled through three territories for his personal use. I made a cup before he noticed.

“You’re proving I can’t trust either of you,” he said when he came in.

“That isn’t new information.”

He reached for the tin in my hand, then checked himself. The pause lasted only a second, but Ronan saw it from the doorway. Lucien stepped back without waiting to be told.

“We can pass things to each other,” I said, setting the tin on the table. “You don’t have to act as though I’m made of glass.”

“I’m worried about the windows,” Lucien said. “This building takes disagreement