Brynn woke with a start to a heavy thud. Sputtering, she sat bolt upright and reached for a dagger she didn’t have. William sat up behind her, his hands gripping her sides. They had fallen asleep tucked together against an enormous pine tree.

“Good morning,” William said, his tone cold. He wasn’t talking to her, Brynn realized. Instead, he stared across the fire to where Garan was sitting.

Garan tossed another log onto the low flames, keeping his murderous eyes trained ...