“Lyrra will be pleased to see you,” Aiden said with a smile, proving that he had understood the question in Breanna’s eyes as well. “She’s waiting with some of our companions. We didn’t want to impose on you until…” He trailed off, now looking uncertain.

“Until you were sure I wouldn’t shoot you?” She threw up her hands, a gesture of sheer exasperation. “Didn’t I promise Falco and Varden I wouldn’t threaten to shoot any Fae just for riding into the Old Place? They said it made the Fae nervous.”

“That’s because they’ve seen you shoot,” the man who had followed her said.

Breanna twisted around to look at him. “I’m a good shot!”

“Exactly.” He looked at the two barons. “Good day, gentlemen.”

“Good day, Baron Donovan,” one of the barons replied. “I’m surprised, but pleased, to see you here.”

“The fight is here,” Donovan said grimly. “And the Master Inquisitor is heading for Willowsbrook, so we win or lose here.”

“We must talk with Baron Liam as soon as possible,” the other baron said.

Donovan rubbed the back of his neck. “Liam is involved in a rather…delicate…discussion at the moment.”

Breanna snorted. “What Donovan is trying to say is my featherheaded jackass of a brother is having a bang-up argument with the Huntress over something that is none of his business.” She paused, then added, “It isn’t any of Selena’s business, either, but since she’s on my side, she can say what she pleases.”

The other woman snickered.

“Gwenn,” Donovan warned.

The muscles in Ashk’s back tightened painfully. “The Baron of Willowsbrook is having an argument with the Huntress?”

“You’d think he’d have better things to do, wouldn’t you?” Breanna said sourly.

She would have hoped a baron would have more sense. Perhaps he didn’t realize the kind of power the Huntress wielded—in which case, someone should tell him. Fast.

Before she could phrase a request that someone inform the Huntress that the Hunter had arrived, a soft wind blew out of the woods, riffling the grass and dancing past the leaves on the big tree.

Breanna snapped to attention. “Gwenn?”

“Yes,” Gwenn replied softly. “I think so.”

Her patience worn thin, Ashk dismounted, prepared to insist that they discuss where the army waiting for orders could make camp.