Troy
“Are you sure about this?” Keaton tossed a bundle of supplies taken from Damian’s camp into one of the skiffs, glancing up at me as I handed him a basket filled with what looked like a varied assortment of dried food.
“I don’t have time to return to Dianny. It’s halfway through August already. We have until late October before—”
“Before the ice, I understand.” Keaton wasn’t happy about my decision to break from the Persephone and head north with Maeve and Pete, but it was the only option. I had spent the majority of the morning convincing Maeve that I loved her, going as far as to mark her, cementing our bond in the most permanent way possible. Maeve was royalty, however, and I had a feeling her dad was going to be pissed that I had marked his daughter without blessing our union first, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I wasn’t about to let her go. “But I’m not talking about that.”
“What, then?”
“Alpha King Ethan is going to kill you, Troy.”
