Torrin walked beside me, his distrust an almost tangible thing. His hand never strayed far from the hilt of his sword, his narrowed gaze flicking to me at every shift of my footing. He might have been a councilman, but he was a soldier first. One who was loyal to my father, and he wasn’t alone. Liya moved a few steps ahead, her pace measured and steady. Unlike the others, she didn’t keep a hand on her weapon or cast me wary glances, but she was here all the same. Watching. Weighing every decision I made. She had been the only one who spoke for me in the council chamber, the only one willing to
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