Wren
They put her in the guard room off the gatehouse, and by midnight the war table had become a courtroom.
Zephyr wanted her in a cell. Caius wanted her gone by dawn. Lucien wanted her questioned under watch, coldly, thoroughly, everything checked twice. Darius, reached on the speaking-stone, wanted her sent south in chains to answer to the Ashwood council she'd fled from. Four good men, four verdicts, and every one of them kept glancing at me while they argued, because we all knew whose verdict actually mattered.
"Enough," I said, finally. "I want to talk to her. Alone."
The room erupted. I waited it out.
"She was there," I said, when they'd finished. "Behind that bedroom door. She laughed with him, at me, while my whole life burned down. Whatever she knows about Maddox, you three
