"So." Ivy asked. "Will you accept the commission?"
The river murmured beside them, weaving its eternal path through the frozen wood. A bird called somewhere in the distance, the first brave soul to break the winter silence.
Roarke narrowed his eyes.
Even without explicit instruction, he understood what was required of him. Lady Sees had said she would follow and she would most likely watch.
He could not determine where that woman had positioned herself, nor could he sense her presence, but it was better to assume that she was here. Somewhere. That woman could be a dragon, after all.
And Lady Sees was the person who held the key to everything he wanted.
The chance. The barely-there possibility of returning to Arkai Dawnoro's side. Of becoming his son's father in more than blood. Of standing in the same room as Rinne and not seeing that sky-collapsing horror reflected back at him.
