Amelia POV

Then from the dozens of rebels standing across us, one stopped foward.

It was a young girl… maybe eighteen.

She had dark curls tied in a loose knot, her clothes patched but clean and her eyes bright.

“Rhea,” Ronan said without turning. “Take them to their quarters.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Both of them? Same room?”

“Yes.” His tone didn’t shift. “They don’t leave each other’s sight.”

The girl nodded and motioned for us to follow.

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