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The border patrol finds him at midday, walking south down the middle of the north road, in full view of every watch post, like a boy told the road cannot hurt him.

Barefoot. That is the detail Jonas's rider says first, before the name, and it stays with me longest. Barefoot, in a clean shirt too big for him, his hair cut neat, his face washed. Unharmed, the rider keeps saying, as if he cannot make the word sit right. Unharmed, walking at an even pace, not running, not hiding, not looking over h
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  • The Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns for Revenge   83

    Jonas comes back from the stone circle at the third hour of the night, and he comes straight to the war room in his field clothes, with mud drying on him in sheets and something wrapped in oilcloth under his arm.Celeste meets him at the door. I watch her take his weight for two steps before he waves her off — not hurt, just hollowed out, the way men look when tiredness finally passes through them. Sanna pours wine. Nobody drinks it."Wren stays in this room for the whole of it," Celeste says to me first, flatly, over his head, because we have this argument so often now that we keep it brief. "Whatever he found, you hear it sitting down.""I am sitting," I say. "Jonas. Report."He lays his scout sketches out with hands that are not quite steady, and I understand before he speaks that the survey works are not the strangest part of his night."The North's engineers make a fine distraction, Majesty. That is what the digging parties are, at least in part. Lanterns, cords, shouted measurem

  • The Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns for Revenge   82

    Kade comes off the field at midday smelling of iron, river water, and other men's fear, and he brings the battle into the war room with him the way a dog brings in weather."We meet them at Miller's Rise," he says, and puts his scarred left hand down on the map hard enough to rock the markers. "They come on in good order. Corvin holds their left. I take our line straight at him, because if we bend their left back into the river road, the whole vanguard folds."The mate bond is still ringing from it. I feel the fight in my own shoulders, in my teeth, a ghost-echo of blows my body never takes. My hands stay folded over the twins. Sanna stands in the clinic door with her arms crossed, watching Kade's healing side more than she watches the map."Tell it plain," she says. "Did you open it?""No," Kade says shortly. "It pulls when I turn. It does not open." He looks at me. "I am fit, Wren.""He is fit enough to lie about it well," Sanna says to me, "which is an improvement. Go on, Alpha."H

  • The Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns for Revenge   81

    The runner comes in with river mud to his knees and no breath left to waste. "They are across," he says. "Not a raiding party, Majesty. Columns. The whole northern vanguard is on the south bank, on Thornfield ground, and moving like it owns the road." The war room goes very quiet around the map table. I feel Kade before I see him move, the mate bond pulling tight across my ribs like a hand closing. He is already standing, already reading the runner's face the way he reads weather. "When?" Kade asks. "Before light. Our ford watch sees the tail of it at dawn. The head of it is three miles inside our outer line by then." "Beacons?" Aldous asks, though we all know the answer from the boy's face. "None, my lord. No beacon fires on any Thornfield watch. Not one." I sit very still, hands folded over the twins, who turn restlessly as if the crossing wakes them too. Selen lifts her head inside me. She does not snarl. That frightens me more than snarling would. "Send to the west ford," I

  • The Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns for Revenge   80

    Sanna clears Kade to walk the yard on the fifth day after the ford, with conditions she recites like a treaty: no stairs, no lifting, no heroics, a stick in his hand that he is to actually use, and Celeste posted at the clinic door with authority to end the experiment by pointing at him.He walks like a man relearning a country he used to own. I watch from the war-room doorway, one hand braced under my belly, and I do not help him, because he asks me with one amber look not to, and because a queen learns which helps are actually thefts.By evening he makes the full circuit of the yard twice, and comes back flushed, furious at his own breathing, and more alive than I have seen him since the rearguard."You are cleared to walk the yard," I say. "You are not cleared to conquer it.""Noted," he says. "Come and eat with me, wife. That is within my orders, I have checked. Sanna approves of food. It is one of her few known policies."Someone, and I suspect Celeste, conspires. There is a smal

  • The Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns for Revenge   79

    They bring Maera to the clinic the back way, after midnight, wrapped in a plain cloak with the hood up, because a river-singer walking openly into the war hospital would be a story told in every kitchen in Ashford by breakfast.She is older than the stone bridge and twice as unimpressed by all of us. She takes one look at my belly, one look at the cots ranked down the long room, and clicks her tongue at Celeste like a grandmother correcting a recipe."You feed them enough in here, girl, but you let them lie facing the door," she says. "Turn the bad ones to the wall. A man heals faster when death has to come around the front of him to be seen.""Yes, Maera," Celeste says, in the tone of a woman filing the instruction away to obey later, which she will.Piotr sleeps in the corner cot, the one we keep away from the worst of the groaning. Fifteen years old and looking younger asleep, his hair damp, his hands loose and empty on the blanket. The tithe mark that should be on him is gone, not

  • The Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns for Revenge   78

    The northern envoy comes to the Nightbane camp at noon under a flag the color of old snow, and Rhys insists I hear of it from his own mouth before any runner's version can grow teeth.He comes to the war room after dark, still smelling of woodsmoke and other men's fires, and lays nothing on the table. That absence is the report."He sent no letter?" I ask."He sent one," Rhys says. "You are looking at its absence because I burn it in front of my own people, which is where the burning needs to happen."Jonas, by the door, shifts his weight. "Witnesses?""Forty Nightbane witnesses," Rhys says. "An envoy in a gray-green coat, not your tally herald, a new face with old manners. He reads the terms aloud first, so no one can later say the letter said otherwise. Soren Blackmoor offers Rhys Calder his crown restored. Nightbane lands returned, borders as they stand in my grandfather's time, northern garrisons withdrawn. The price is read aloud too, to his credit as an honest merchant of treaso

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