Meanwhile, on the southern islands, Damon was out of it and scared out of his mind.
No news from Thalia was even worse news, and he had still heard nothing back from Thalia. It had him on edge, and now he was sure that not only was Father aware, but Arya had noticed too.
Damon sat in his dark study, brooding over warm whisky that he doused in shots down his throat. He had not yet mentioned to his father the possibility that Brynn was alive; he didn’t want to be looked at by his father like he was a failure, and he wanted to take care of it discreetly, but how?
How could he do that, when he had not even had the chance to have a little glimpse of her face, talk less of a conversation, for all he knew she might be scheming and telling Killian all manner of things that might end up canceli
