Chapter 80

Ronan's POV

Mara was still asleep when the guard on the lower road opened his channel. His daughter had a cough; he was asking the night healer whether to bring her in. I heard the answer before the healer gave it, because I could hear her draw a breath at a different post.

I eased my hand from Mara's and went to the window. I had slept well for the first time since the Seventh Seat broke. That didn't explain why private voices entered my head whenever I stopped concentrating. Grimm disliked them. I disliked what it might mean if I learned to like them.

Mara woke to find me dressed. “What time is it?”

“Before breakfast.”

“Uncivilized.” She looked at my face. “You're going to Maeve.”

“Yes.”

“I'll come when I've found the