Chapter 91

Ronan's POV

By morning, Mara had appropriated my coat and my cup. She sat at the kitchen table with her hair still loose from sleep, reading the note we had made for the southern watch. The fire warmed her face. I stood three steps away and cut bread I didn't want, trying to remember that a night's distance hadn't made us strangers.

Lucien turned an apple in his hand. “Would either of you like the last one?”

“Ask Mara,” I said.

“I did. She pointed at your cup and informed me I had no standing to discuss stolen property.”

“It isn't stolen,” Mara said. “He knows where it is.”

Lucien divided the apple among three plates and carried one to her. He had learned to put things down within reach rather than stretching past either of us. I had once thought his c