“My uncle … He is a commander at Morath.” Lorcan froze. And looked right to the bedroll. But Marion continued between bites, “He … locked me in the dungeon once.” The wind in the grasses died; the campfire far beyond their tent flickered, the people around it huddling closer together as the nighttime insects went silent and the small, furred creatures of the plains scampered into their burrows.
So he just shut the earth off in a “who hurt you”-esqe moment and I’m just supposed to believe they aren’t going to fall in love? 😹
