He snorted his agreement with his older sister’s words. Sven, for whatever reason, felt entitled to the Willows. Despite the Archer name that dangled off his given name Greer did not feel as though the pale bastard belonged to the empire that his mother had built. He was an accident—Sköll’s feeble attempt at starting a family. His family. But now he was just another forgotten child, left behind for the rest to deal with. … I’ll never live south as long as ‘e breathes. Again, he snorted, his eyes rolling once more. The shadow would like to see the brat try and stop Morganna from residing in the south. Greer knew his sister preferred the forests below rather than the bleak tundra. Nothing, not even little Sven, would stop Morganna from accomplishing her goals.
His ears twitched at her next comment. He should have known bunkering down with Niles and his sick girlfriend was only temporary. He nodded, his eyes shining with mischief as his curiosity continued to fester…
Ravenna first, he answered in agreement, his mercury gaze settling on the peppered yearling. It would make the most sense. Go now? He added, motioning to the west. It sounded like this was a time sensitive matter—better to get moving as quickly as possible.