“A stray?” His eyebrows lifted. “Not a terrifying death mage? Not a foreign prince? Not a commander of armies?” “Those things too. But you always seemed a little lost.” She reached to touch his freshly shaven jaw. His lids lowered at the touch, an edge coming over his expression. “I was,” he said. “No longer?” Her voice dipped. He shook his head, twice in slow motion. “I have found a light to guide me.”
