Dane POV

Dane huddled by the fireplace in the library after Patch and Dirge yanked him out of a never-ending meeting with the trade representatives from the Northern Union of Trade Specialists (NUTS). The crackling of the blaze and the heady woodsmoke comforted him, as did Ravyn’s butterbur tea. He’d been wrestling with a pounding headache that came from his own anger toward Cyran, his stupid fight with his mate, and the constant dread that Patch and Dirge would blithely waltz into ...