HE CHOSE HER LIES OVER ME
Her eyes were the specific grey of a mountain morning, and she looked at everything she saw with the same degree of attention: the guard at the gate, the yard, the door, me, all receiving the same careful focus as though she had learned long ago that treating any detail as unimportant was how you missed the thing that mattered.
She sat across from me at the working table without preamble.
"You did not answer my letter," I said.
"I was watching what you did instead," she said.
"Letters are easy. The Greywood Alpha told me how fast you wrote back to him. Senna told me what your letter said, Petra came back from here and told me what you said about the settlement." She looked at me steadily. "I