Chapter 84: Elara's POV Landon arrives at nine with his backpack on both straps, River under his arm, and the expression of a child who has been very patient and is now done being patient. He comes through the suite door, looks around the living area once quick, thorough, the assessment he runs on every new space and then looks at me. "Is the fort okay?" "The fort is fine," I say. "The fire didn't reach the backyard." "And the rope bridge?" "Also fine." "The lookout crate?" "Landon. The backyard is completely intact. Fort Landon is standing." He nods, satisfied, and then looks past me to where Ronan is sitting on the couch with his arm in a sling, trying to look like a man whose shoulder is fine. Landon crosses to him, stands in front of him, and studies the sling with the focused interest he brings to structural problems. "Does it hurt?" he asks. "Somewhat," Ronan says. "How much is somewhat?" "On a scale of one to ten? About a four." Landon considers this. "When Mom has
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