Chapter Thirty-Two - Ava

Eithne really wished Ephron would make himself scarce, though he showed no signs of abandoning her. Did he too think, like Megan, that she would jump? She didn’t know whether to be relieved or irritated when she saw the small delegation in the form of the two other princesses making their way towards her.

She sincerely doubted they were fawning over her brother, who had changed considerably in two years.

“How are you both faring?” she greeted them, motioning with her hand for Ephron to move away.

He didn’t take the hint, staring at Ava like a predator. As far as she could recall, her brother hadn’t lusted after females so openly, but perhaps someone she knew all too well had unleashed the beast.

Isabel was the only one who smiled. She had been spending time tending to Flavius’ injuries and it seemed a firm friendship was forming.

“Iain was telling me … ” she began, and paused as a bird of prey – probably a falcon – flew overhead. “Oh, isn’t it magnificent? Such speed.”

“This one