NYALL'S POV

I watch the guard jog back toward the outer patrol route for a while, mostly deep in my thoughts before I head inside, my mind now running faster than my feet.

The cold from outside follows me through the door, but it’s nothing compared to what’s in my pocket.

When I enter our room, I see Fenric leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed, watching Iryn as she sleeps curled up on the bed.

... And Orien sitting on a chair beside the bed, with his right arm draped ...