The words washed over Serena but didn't sink in. Surely not.
Garrett cut in immediately. "No, Riven, it was not her fault. It had to do with power and a vendetta."
"Of course it wasn't her fault," Nightspire said, voice dripping with something that could almost pass for sympathy. "The lamb is never at fault when wolves come calling. That doesn't make the lamb any less dead."
Hyran studied Nightspire the way you study a puzzle where someone has added extra pieces just to watch you fail. "And which are you, Nightspire? Wolf or shepherd?"
"I'm family." Nightspire placed a hand over his heart. "Concerned family."
"Ah. The most dangerous kind."
"There's a bounty for her alive. I doubt Tiberon knows that." Nightspire turned his attention to Serena, tone soft. "Are they aware of that?"
Garrett spoke before she could answer. "Riven, there are less than five kings here who know who she is."
