Chapter 52

I knew he was confused. But apart from the confusion, it felt as if something more was disturbing him.

Darius wasn’t the type to fidget, but he had adjusted the leather straps on his horse at least three times since we’d left the stables. His brows were furrowed in a way that didn’t scream annoyance—it was deeper, more thoughtful.

“You’re quiet,” I said softly, keeping my horse steady beside his.