Chapter 130

Mara’s POV

Grimm had stolen Ronan’s boot.

The wolf lay under the stable bench with his muzzle over the leather and his eyes shut in a performance neither of us believed. Ronan had one stockinged foot tucked beneath him. When I came through the door, he looked from Grimm to me as if I might settle the dispute.

“You’ve lost your authority over the stable,” I said.

“I relinquished it voluntarily.”

“That is not what your wolf tells me.”

Grimm thumped his tail without opening his eyes. The place smelled of hay, warm animal breath, and the rain that had begun after sunset. Months ago I had laughed at a mare in this stable while Ronan pretended not to listen. He remembered it. He had written it down in case a stranger wearing his face would need to be told wh