“Did you rest?” he asked as we settled against the railing, eyes trained to where we’d been, not where we were going. I shrugged. “A little.” He hummed, staring in the direction of Quentis. There was a layer of stubble on his face that contoured the hard lines of his jaw. There was a sword strapped to his back. Knives at his belt. The warrior prince. There were dark circles under his eyes, like he’d been awake all night.
