“An asshole,” I repeat. Cohen Paine is a whole lot more than an asshole. He’s a fucking monster. I don’t use that word lightly, but it’s the truth. Every faction has people who have to be willing to do the dirty work. I try not to issue any orders that I won’t be able to do myself, especially if it involves blood on someone’s hands, but some tasks aren’t possible for a queen to do herself. Cohen serves that purpose for Abel. “Winry—”

“You need to worry about yourself,” Jasper says in a low voice. “I don’t care how capable you are, Monroe. You’re in over your head. Don’t try to break the Bridal peace.”

I snort. “Do you know my mother at all?” The topic hasn’t come up yet, but it’s only been three weeks since Lammas. It will sooner or later. My mother has never been one to sit back and let a situation unfold without her input. She’s still furious that Abel Paine pulled one over on us, which means she’ll be angling for some kind of revenge before too long. As her heir, I support her in whatever way she sees fit, whether I agree with it or not.

“The handfasting between a victor and their Bride is a tradition that goes back to the beginning of Sabine Valley. Not even Aisling should fuck with that, and you’re smart enough to know it.”

“Some traditions were made to be broken.” I don’t believe it, even as I say it.

Jasper holds my gaze. “Not this one. No matter who got their pride stung with what happened Lammas night, the fact remains that the Paine brothers are more than justified in wanting revenge for what happened the night of their exile.”

“And yet not a single one among their Brides had anything to do with giving those orders.”

Winry snorts. “You know why they did that.”

Yeah, I do. What better way to punish the responsible parties than by taking their loved ones? It’s rather genius in its cruelty, and I might admire it if my family weren’t wrapped up in the mess.

My mother still hasn’t told me what the fuck she was thinking all those years ago, throwing her support in with Deacon Walsh, of all people. Everyone knew that the Paine brothers’ father, Bauer Paine, was dangerous and unpredictable, but Deacon Walsh was hardly better. If he hadn’t died a few years after taking over the Raider faction, if his son Eli weren’t a better leader, Sabine Valley would have been in even worse shape than it originally was. My mother is an expert tactician. Why the hell did she make that call?