Chapter 93

Ronan's POV

Lucien prepared to leave after breakfast. I expected only relief, but Mara watched me as he fastened his cloak, and I knew she was checking what shape that relief might take. I resented her vigilance because it was justified.

“I’ll be back in two days,” Lucien said, “unless the trail collapses, Ashfall declares war, or I meet anyone more entertaining.”

“You should prepare for a long absence.”

Mara rolled her eyes. Lucien looked between us. “This has been educational.”

“Don't let the horses pull on the narrow bend,” I said.

Lucien checked the fastening on his cloak. “I know the bend. And I'll send word when we're through.”

“I know you do.” I gave him my hand. He shook it with genuine surprise, which I deserved