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Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 415
Point of View: Rhen"There should be smoke. Every camp has smoke. This one has nothing, and that is exactly why I do not trust it."I said it low, barely more than breath, and Dorian nodded beside me without taking his eyes off the valley below. We had spent two days walking the frozen scout's route backward from the collapsed blind, past the thorn line and into country none of our maps showed, past streams still half frozen at their banks and stands of trees so old and tangled that even the wind moved through them reluctantly. It had led us here, to a hollow ringed with dead trees where a camp sat silent under a grey morning sky.No smoke. No movement. No sound but the wind combing through bare branches like fingers through unwashed hair."It could be abandoned," Dorian murmured, his hand resting near the hilt of his knife without quite touching it."It could be waiting." I had learned long ago never to mistake stillness for safety, not since the night I knelt at the ridge and felt s
Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 414
Point of View: Kieran"I need you to say something, Dorian, because the quiet is worse than anything you could actually tell me."I found him in the training yard past midnight, pacing a groove into the frozen ground, his breath coming in short white clouds that vanished before they could rise far. I had woken from a restless half sleep and gone looking for him almost on instinct, the way a man checks a wound he suspects has not stopped bleeding.I knew that walk. I had worn it myself more than once in four years of war, the restlessness of a man trying to outwalk his fear instead of turning to face it."There is nothing to say that will help," he told me, without slowing."Try me anyway."He stopped at last, and the moonlight caught the exhaustion carved into his face, aging him ten years in a single glance. "He is alive, Kieran. That is the whole of it.""That is not the whole of it, and you know it." I caught his arm and held him still, and felt the tremor running through him even
Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 413
Point of View: Rhen"Say the name again. Slowly this time."I crouched in front of the man we had pulled from the collapsed hunting blind at the third thorn line, patient in a way I did not feel, while he spat blood onto the frozen ground instead of answering. Dorian stood a few paces behind me with his arms crossed, breath fogging in the pale morning air.We had ridden out at dawn, five of us, following the trail Bram's report had pointed toward two days before. The scout was younger than I expected, barely more than a boy, too cold and too hungry to run when we found him wrapped in a Vane remnant cloak that had clearly not kept him warm in weeks. He had muttered a name once already, half under his breath, when Dorian's men dragged him out of the blind, and then clamped his mouth shut as if the word had escaped without his leave. His hands, when he raised them to wipe his lips, were cracked and blue at the knuckles."You do not owe them anything," I told him, keeping my voice low and
Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 412
Point of View: Kieran"Watch her hands, not her feet. That is where a child loses balance first."I called it across the training yard to Fenn's father, who was teaching three small children to walk the low fence rail without falling, Briar among them, arms out wide, tongue caught between her teeth in fierce concentration. I had stopped on my way to the smithy with a length of harness leather slung over one shoulder, and I was glad I had, because I was close enough to catch her the moment she went over.Almost close enough. Not quite fast enough.She hit the ground hard, and the sharp cry she gave stopped my heart mid beat. I was moving before I finished deciding to move, dropping the leather in the dirt, scooping her up, checking her arms, her head, her small ribs, exactly as I had checked her a hundred times since she learned to walk."I am fine, Papa." She was already laughing through the last of her tears, twisting in my arms to look at her own knee with more curiosity than pain.
Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 411
Point of View: Rhen"You should be asleep, and so should I, and yet here we both are."I said it from the archive tent doorway, and Wren looked up from a table buried under three years of border reports, her eyes red rimmed, an oil lamp burning too low beside her elbow. I had only meant to check on Briar one more time before trying to sleep myself. But Briar's window faced the archive tent, and the thin gold light spilling under its flap at four in the morning had pulled me across the yard before I decided to go."I could not stop thinking," Wren admitted, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand. "Sit. You should see this anyway."I crossed the tent and lowered myself onto the stool across from her, my bare feet cold against the packed earth floor. I had thrown a shawl over my nightdress and nothing else, and the chill of the early hour settled into my shoulders while I waited.She turned a small sketch toward me, the one Bram had carried in two days before, a circle split by three
Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 410
Point of View: Kieran“The carving is old, Kieran. Older than Briar. Older than the fight on the ridge. And it is still warm to the touch.”The scout said it in a rush, before he had even climbed down from his horse. Bram, from the eastern border patrol, was a young man with mud on his cheek and fear in his eyes. He had ridden all night. We met him at the edge of the camp as the sun came up grey and thin over the roofs, four of us hollow with tiredness, still smelling of the ridge.Rhen had hardly said a word since we came back. She had run straight to Briar’s bed, checked her sleeping face, checked it again, and only then let herself breathe. Briar had woken to find her mother beside her, exactly as promised, and had wrapped both arms around her neck. I had watched from the door and felt my heart do something painful and beautiful.Now Rhen stood next to me in the morning cold, arms folded, listening.“Slow down,” I said. “Where did you find this carving?”“North and east of the old
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