Freya The morning Davan arrived, the sky hung low and silver over Thornfield. The air smelled like wet soil and frost beginning to retreat, and the fields beyond the settlement fence had turned soft from thawing ground. I had spent most of the morning helping Petra reinforce one of the smaller garden plots before the next rain came through.Mostly, though, I’d wanted something to do with my hands, because thinking had become dangerous lately.I was standing near the outer fence line brushing dirt from my palms when I saw the rider emerge through the trees.At first glance, he didn’t look remarkable. He was on a dark horse, in a dark cloak, and his posture controlled. But there was something about the way he moved that immediately pulled every instinct in me taut.Eliza lifted her head instantly, not in fear, but recognition. The rider slowed as he approached the gate, and even before I fully saw his face, I knew who it was.Davan.He dismounted smoothly, boots hitting the ground wi
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