With the thought of war and betrayal clouding my mind, I swore to uncover the wolf in sheep’s clothing before anyone else was harmed.

While I was deep in thought, Sansa moved in her sleep and gently reached for my hand. Her fingers wrapped around mine, and the pain in my stomach eased for a moment.

I tried to pull my hand away carefully, but she held on tightly. Not wanting to disturb her, I checked her forehead with my other hand — it was burning with fever.

When I saw her shivering, I ...