“We could make an alliance. Between Adarlan, and the Crochans. And any Ironteeth who might follow me.” It was her answer, he realized. To his request for a convincing reason to remain. She took his hand, and interlaced their fingers. It was more intimate than anything they’d shared, more vulnerable than she’d ever allowed herself to be. “An alliance,” she said, throat bobbing, “between you and me.”
