Selene's POV · Kael's POVNeva had questions.Not many. She wasn't the kind of person who asked questions for the sake of filling silence — she asked when she actually needed to know something, which made each one land with more weight than a stream of them would have. On the first day of riding south she asked about Ironmoor's territory size. On the second she asked about Lyra. Specifically: how long Lyra had been Beta, what she was like under pressure, whether she was the kind of person who said what she thought or the kind who said what was useful."Both," I said. "At the same time."Neva considered that. "Good," she said. "Those are the ones worth trusting."She asked about the dead garden on the second afternoon. I had mentioned it — the yarrow, the rose bud, the way Ironmoor's bond-web felt warmer in that corner of the grounds. She listened with the focused attention she gave everything, and then she said: "How long was it dead?""Four years," I said. "Since Kael's first mate di
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