Semua Bab I Fell In Love With Two Rogue Brothers On The Run: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Amara"The fire needs building up," my mother said from the doorway. "His feet are cold."I put the pot down. I didn't say anything back. There was nothing to say that would matter so I just walked to the fireplace and crouched down and started building it up the way I had done a hundred times before in this house. My knees hurt from the cold floor. I didn't mention that either."And the hall floor needs sweeping when you're done," she said. "I noticed it this morning."She went back to the other room. I heard her settle into the chair next to Gareth. I heard him say something low and she laughed and I kept building the fire because that was what I was here for.I want to be clear about something. I am nineteen years old in this body. But I am not nineteen. I have been here before... not here, not this exact cold house with this exact cold floor but in lives that ended the same way this one is trying to. I remember all of it. Every single thing. My first life. My second. The way they b

Amara"She's smaller than I expected," the young one said."Reed," the one that likes joking said."What? I'm just saying. I had a picture."I looked at the one called Reed. "None taken. You're louder than I expected."He blinked. Then he grinned like I'd done something worth rewarding. I hadn't. I'd just said the true thing."Fair," he said. "Completely fair." He put his hand out. "Reed. Eight months with these two. I have stories. None of them make Zane look good."Zane. The one that likes jokes, from behind me, said "None of them are true.""Some of them are partially true."I shook Reed's hand and noted three things in the space of it. His grip was trained, not natural. His eyes moved fast even when his face didn't. And underneath all the noise was someone performing ease over something else entirely.The broad one, the quiet one, had stepped forward first. He looked at me for a long moment and then at Zane and said, "It usually does with you," and that was his entire response to a

Amara Nobody said anything for the first two hours and that was fine because I didn't have anything to say either. We moved. That was the whole job. Aldric set the pace and it was not a gentle one and I kept up because keeping up with things that were not designed for me was something I had been doing my entire life and this was just another version of that. The forest at this hour was deeper than it had been earlier, more itself, and the sounds it made were not the sounds of something coming for us. Zane was quiet in a way he hadn't been before. Not managing his expression. I recognized that silence. After awhile he came level with me. "How are your legs?" "Fine." "We can slow down." "I said they're fine." A beat. Then, "You're not going to ask where we're going?" "You're going away from Corvus," I said. "That's enough for now." He made a sound. Not quite a laugh. "You're really not what I expected." "You keep saying that." "I keep meaning it." Bram picked the new campsit

Zane "She said no," I told Aldric. "To both of us. I keep thinking about that." He didn't look up from the blade he was cleaning. "I know." "Not the no itself. The way she said it." "I know," he said again. That was the whole conversation. Which meant he had been thinking about it too and had already arrived somewhere I hadn't gotten to yet, which was its own kind of annoying. I have a system for not thinking about things. It is a genuinely good system... three years of rogue life built it into something that works in almost every situation. I lay on the ground for four hours after watching her talk to Aldric and go back to camp after. The quality of that no. The complete absence of performance in it. I have met people who say no from fear and people who say no from ego and people who say no because they haven't thought of a reason to say yes yet. She said it from somewhere else. Somewhere older. I didn't know how I knew that. I knew it in my chest rather than my head. My wolf

Aldric My thoughts are not quiet. People look at me and assume the inside matches the outside and it does not. I had been on watch for two hours. The camp was asleep. The forest was doing what the forest does at this hour. The forest does not require anything from me. I can stand in it and simply be a man on watch and nothing more is expected. I had been cataloguing Amara since the first night. The way she stands. The exits she marks. The quality of her voice when something gets through the management versus when the management holds. The way she mentioned the thing about her past regarding someone having to teach her... that flatness was not fresh grief. It was old grief carried so long. I know what that looks like. I carry the same kind about Gorin. Her scent reached me earlier at Olan's when I passed close behind her chair and my wolf went completely still. Not a threat response. Something else. Sela said something to Amara that evening. I was twenty feet away and could not hea