Chapter 58
Chapter fifty-eight
Everly
Back in Storm’s saddle, I hold the reins tightly as we make our way through the deepening snow.
The silence between us is thick; even Storm’s hooves fall muffled against the fresh powder.
Valric has taken the lead, riding ahead, giving me ample time to glare at his back.
Why wouldn’t he tell me how to heal Kian?
Yes, he is fine now and riding between Raiden and Zaria, but still, this is a part of me that I wish to know.
“Your Majesty,” Tristan’s voice breaks into my dark thoughts. I turn, drawn from my brooding, and meet his steady gaze.
A sigh escapes me, and I force a small, weary smile. “Call me Everly, please. It’s just us here.”
Tristan’s nose wrinkles, as if I’ve just suggested something scandalous.
“But you are the queen,” he objects, his voice quiet but insistent.