Chapter 124

• EWAN’S POV
• The main hall of the Brotherhood of Fir stretched before us like a tomb. Stone walls absorbed sound, swallowing the shuffling footsteps and nervous whispers as Alexis dismissed the other pledges with a casual wave. Their relief was evident. They were to look for coins. But not for us.
• Ronan's breathing had that measured quality it got when he was calculating odds. Arms crossed, shoulders set, he could have been carved from the same granite as the walls. Only the muscle ticking in his jaw betrayed him.