Kieran rode out of Windmore within the hour. His ribs ached. His jaw was swollen. Cassian's ring had caught him across the cheek during their fight, and the cut had only just stopped bleeding. He didn't care. He had to reach Blackthorn. The forest swallowed him quickly. The road stretched ahead, empty and quiet. Too quiet. Kieran urged his horse faster. The sooner he put distance between himself and Windmore, the better. He kept thinking about the black serpent seal. The way Cassian had admitted, almost casually, that the Order had access to their territory. And for what? To kill his stepbrother. --- He'd been riding for an hour when the anger began to fade, replaced by something colder. Something that raised his hackles. Cassian had let him leave. After everything Kieran had said in that office, after accusing him of conspiring with the Order and attacking him, Cassian had simply let him walk out. That wasn't like him. Cassian was many things—cruel, calculating, paranoid—
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