I nodded. “The Montrants gave many names, it will take time to question them all and punish the guilty.”
Vannier wrapped an arm around Bastien’s shoulders. “We can only hope they all get the block. Now we’ll let you be on your way. I’m sure you have other innocents to save.”
I gave Bastien a pat on the head. “You stay out of trouble now.” My throat tight, I climbed back up on my horse, then urged it forward, not looking back. I’d never been good with goodbyes.
Together, Tholdri, Steifan, and I rode through the gates.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Tholdri said as our horses ambled down the bridge away from the guards, “I’d say Lyssandra has a weakness for children.” When I glared at him, he winked. “I’ve never seen you grin like that. And you almost cried when we left him.”
“I was simply relieved he didn’t get killed because of us.”
“If you say so,” Tholdri teased.
The rest of the day’s ride was pleasant and without issue. It was good to be on the road again, though I had my fears about returning to Castle Helius. Beyond that, I had promised to help Asher figure out who had killed the other ancient. I wasn’t entirely sure I was up to the task, and I wasn’t even sure when he would find me again.
Yet that night, Ryllae’s words held true. I sensed his presence in the darkness, watching over me. Part of me wanted to find him and chase him off. Yet another part, a small dark part I would never admit to, took comfort in knowing he was there.
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