Lynn's POV

I noticed it on a Thursday.

Baron was thirteen and had recently decided that everything deserved a serious assessment before he committed to it — food, training schedules, his father's tactical decisions, which he critiqued with the confidence of someone who had been watching and filing information since he could walk.

He did not, as a rule, stop moving in the middle of the training yard and forget what he was doing.

Emma Voss was sparring with one of the ...