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The Mate Who Marked Me CHAPTER 67: THE TRACKS
KADE'S POV"It's only that..." He swallowed. "If the Court is watching the Ashgrave track, and someone's expecting us there, then the Greywater road might be the better bait. We could send a column that makes noise. Banners, drums. Something that pulls the riders off the crest and down toward the shortest road, so the small party can slip over the top." He seemed to hear himself and shrank into his collar. "Forgive me, Alpha. I didn't mean to speak out of turn.""You didn't." I watched him a moment. "That's what I was going to propose. Why did you look as if you'd done something wrong?""Because nobody asks me, Alpha.""I'm asking."The color in his face deepened, but his chin came up, and for the first time I thought I saw what Bram had seen in him. Not a senior man. A noticing one. "Then I think it's a good plan," he said, "and I think someone should be willing to die for it.""Yes," Bram said, very softly. "I think someone should."I had known it was coming. I had known it from the
The Mate Who Marked Me Chapter 66: The Door She Closed
KADE'S POVI had told no one what happened in the instant the carriage door closed.I stood on the wall in the thin gray daylight with the old man at my shoulder and the ridge laid out before us like a table set for a feast I did not want, and I turned it over in my mind the way you turn over a stone you have been carrying in your pocket. Below us the courtyard was filling. I could hear Ennis arguing about the weight of the gate bar, and the ring of a smith's hammer, and somewhere a woman calling a child's name. None of it reached me. I was in the packhouse again, face down on the boards, with four men on my back and the taste of dust in my mouth.It was not pain. I want to be exact about that, because I have been trained to be exact about wounds, and I have taken enough of them to know the difference. Pain has an edge and a direction. This had neither.She had walked out through the great doors with her chin up and her hands empty. I had felt her go, every step of it, the way you fee
The Mate Who Marked Me CHAPTER 65: THE NEW GIRL
WREN'S POVIvy leaned into the doorway of the carriage with a woolen shawl over one arm and a face as sweet as milk.She had not changed. That was what I could not get past. The auburn hair fell in its perfect waves over her shoulder, and her green eyes were clear, and her mouth wore the small kind curve that I had watched her use on every elder and every warrior and every new girl in the packhouse for as long as I had lived. Her cloak was trimmed in black fox that I had never seen before. I could smell the horse on her and, under it, faintly, the first stale sweetness of the Court."It was you at the table," I said."It took you long enough." She said it without triumph. She said it the way you comment on weather. She laid the shawl across my knees, tucking it at the edges with deft little pats, as if I were an invalid and she a nurse. "I did wonder. When I heard you'd been seen poking around the east path. I thought, well, she's a clever girl, she'll put it together eventually, and
The Mate Who Marked Me CHAPTER 64: THE CARRIAGE
WREN'S POV"Don't look at me.""You have not eaten in a long time. Your body is a furnace running on nothing. If you do not feed it, it will begin to take from you." He reached beside him without hurry and drew a flask from the shadow of the seat, small and silver and stoppered with black wax. He set it on the velvet between us. "I would not call it a courtesy. I would call it good housekeeping.""I'm not drinking that.""As you like."He sat back. The flask stayed where it was. I stared at it for what felt like an hour, and then I made myself stop, and I turned my face to the shutter and tried to breathe slowly through my nose and not think about the sound of the blood moving through the throats of the twelve riders who surrounded us, or the driver, or the horses, or the little dull glow that I could feel gathering at the corners of my vision like a coal being fanned.It took me a moment to understand that he was talking to me, because he had not moved his mouth.You are counting my
The Mate Who Marked Me Chapter 63: The Long Dark North
WREN'S POVThe carriage door closed with a sound so gentle I almost thanked it.That was the first cruelty of the thing. Nothing in it was rough. The seats were deep and padded in black velvet, the shutters were fitted tight against the cold, and the whole body of the carriage rode on springs so fine that I felt the road only as a slow, patient sway, like a cradle. I had expected chains. I had expected a hand at the back of my neck and a sack over my head. I had spent the long walk down the aisle of the packhouse preparing my body for violence, and violence did not come, and so my body had nowhere to put everything it had gathered.I sat with my spine straight and my hands in my lap and listened to the hall shrink behind me.I could still hear it. That was the trouble. Through the shutters and the door and the thick, muffled thunder of the riders closing in around us, I could hear the packhouse the way you hear the sea in a shell. Bram's breath, torn into pieces. Silas, somewhere low,
The Mate Who Marked Me CHAPTER 62:THE MAP
KADE'S POVI read it twice. Behind me, Bram had gone so quiet I could hear him breathe.It was a map of every wolf in my territory who might have stood beside her, and next to each name, what it would take to make them stop. It was the plan of a woman who had understood, a thousand times better than any of us, that you did not break a girl like Wren with a blade. You took the people she loved out of the room one by one until she stood alone in the center of it, and then you let the pack do the rest."Hollis," Silas said, in a flat voice. "Hollis was the third.""The tracker," Bram said. "The one who taught her to read sign."Ivy had said as much herself, on the far bank of that stream. That was his idea, not mine. He said it would hurt you more. The words had landed on me like an insult. Now I read the line through the name in her own hand, and understood that she had been entirely and calmly truthful, and that this was what made it unbearable. She had not been manipulated. She had be
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