No questions. It was an unspoken rule between them. She wasn't proud of what she'd done to escape Ostwick, so what if he wasn't either? Still, she couldn't keep her mind from turning over the places where she couldn't make scraps of his past he shared fit.

She reread the letter from the rookery. It was was an old, dating back to the blight. Warden-Constable Blackwall had been in Val Chevin, not Ferelden. And his name was Gordon? More pieces she couldn't fit.

Her stomach churned and she threw the letter on the fire. It wasn't her secret to tell.