When she’d first left her home on Eyrion, worried that at any moment Anson Stark was going to order her into his bed. When she was chained by the ankle to the pipe in the corner of Gideon’s room. When she’d ridden with Cam to the tiny fort on the very edge of the border. But she’d never felt more out of place than she did right now. Jake tugged at the rope around her waist to test the knot. “You have the knife I gave you?” She’d attached the sheath to the gun belt Carlo provided with the rest of her gear. She wrapped her hand around the hilt and Jake nodded. He clearly wasn’t happy she was coming along either. She didn’t deny it was a dangerous thing for her to do. But it was dangerous for all of them and they needed every gun they could get. “Keep it in reach. You may have to cut yourself loose.” He studied her face. “You’re sure about this?” Not really, no. But she couldn’t tell him that.
