Lorien POV

I narrowed my eyes at Lucen. Every time I slowed my pace, he slowed too, keeping a careful distance of a few steps behind me. His head stayed in constant motion, scanning the trees, never once meeting my gaze.

Eventually, irritation won out. I stopped abruptly and turned to face him.

Lucen’s eyes dragged over the treeline again before lowering to the small burn on his wrist the faint imprint of where the silver shackle had been.

“You know something,” I said flatly.

His ...