Blackfeather Woods i like irons, but i love fire

Speak of the devil. . .

She turned to face him, a tiny smile gracing her mouth before fading back into its usual bland impassivity. I like it here, Maegi responded, shrugging a little. Her eyes lifted to the canopy, where several ravens stared down at them with their beady dark eyes. It brings back good memories.

Maegi looked over at Ramsay, whose pelt was just as dark and glossy as the birds above. He was quite handsome, even with his deformity. Had he been born normal, he'd be a heartbreaker, for sure.

Oh, Maegi hated that word. Normal. What was normal, anyway? So many had made it clear, though—there was a normal, and Maegi and Ramsay weren't it. So the best they could do was stick together, right?

Ramsay, I'm sorry, she said softly, a sigh in her voice. There isn't a single day that goes by where I don't regret not going with you and Euron. Euron—where was he? Her more volatile sibling had been even more furious with her when she'd made the decision.