I went still.
Arjan's words seemed to echo in the cold, suspended in the air like a blade about to fall. The girl. He meant me.
Why? Why would these wolves want me?
When Diaval first informed Rion of the Arthien rogues, I imagined a skirmish, maybe an old rivalry, but not this.
My stomach twisted as I was reminded that Arthien wasn't a pack bound by loyalty or law. They were people who sold their teeth to whoever had enough gold or had valuables they could trade.
And if they were here, demanding me, then someone had bought them.
Someone like Finn.
My chest burned as his name crashed into me like a curse.
That goddamn Finn.
He had done this. He'd paid them to drag me back like stolen property.
The thought made bile rise in my throat.
"Are you truly certain you have the Millow Shade?"
Rion's voice cut through the silence, deceptively calm. But I could sense the intrigue lacing his tone.
