“Jarl, are you up there? It’s Kymber.” A candle floated to the window; I saw his concerned face reflected in the light. The door cracked open a few moments later. “Kymber? What are you doing in Adamar at this hour?” Jarl set his jaw and swung the door wide. “And whose horse is that?” “She belongs...
He’d lain awake most of the night, his mind churning. He jumped quickly out of bed, full of nervous energy, eager to see Aislin again. He’d be taking her to meet Colven later on this morning. It promised to be an extraordinary day. Pulling his hood ...