“I can stay behind. With the blade, I can keep them in line—” “Nope.” Bri snickered, sidling up beside them and slinging her arm over Rua’s shoulders. “Nice try, Ru. You’re going to your sister’s wedding.” Rua silently cursed the Eagle for sensing her eagerness to stay behind. Renwick and Thador exchanged glances, a soundless conversation happening between them, before the King’s guard nodded. “Thador will stay behind with a few of my guards,” Renwick announced.
