*Brynn*

The hours following Cedric’s death lived in Brynn’s mind as disjointed flashes of memory.

William, blood-soaked and sorrowful, but still resplendent in his victory, held his hand out to her. She took it, and righteous fire flowed between their palms.

They found Maeve and Garan on the steep path through the woods. Brynn merely glanced at them as Edwin lifted an injured Maeve into his arms, ignoring Garan’s protests.

Vesta followed, shocked and ...