Eight Days!!
"You don't have to worry when I am around. You smile because you trust me."
The moon sliced thinly through the trees, casting slanting silver across the path where they were. Leaves rustled like a discontented audience in the wind. Ronan felt the chill brush at his face but the warmth between his shoulders refused to allow him to feign calm. He studied Loret as a soldier studies a map—looking for folds, marking where danger could reside.
Ronan emitted a harsh, mirthless laugh, his jaw tensing as he shifted slightly to see the darkness ripple within the forest. "I suppose so. But just. tell me how we make the move. Enough with riddles, Loret."
