Chapter 152

“Do you think Mia can find the Trove?” Azriel asked Christopher as they relaxed in the sitting room that separated their bedchambers, flames crackling in the hearth before them. The night had turned chill enough that they needed the fire, and Christopher , who’d always loved fall despite the pricks in the Autumn Court, savored the warmth.

“I hope so,” Christopher hedged. He couldn’t stomach the thought of Mia putting herself in danger, but he understood her motivations entirely. If he’d had to pick between sending one of his brothers into danger or doing it himself, he would always—always—choose himself. Though he’d winced at every harsh word that had come out of Mia ’s mouth to Elain, he couldn’t fault the fear and love behind her decision. Could only admire that she had stepped up—if not for the good of the world, then to keep her sister safe.

Azriel said, “Mia really should do a scrying.”

Christopher gazed across the space between their two armchairs. They’d sat in them, before thi