"You lied to me."

Marina said it quietly, which was worse than shouting. She'd learned that from Silvain. Quiet meant she'd already decided something.

Ragnar didn't flinch. He stood at the edge of the camp where she'd pulled him after the planning session, away from the fire and the ears of wolves who were already looking for reasons to fracture. His two extra wolves were somewhere in the dark behind him. She could feel them.

"I brought thirty-six fighters," he said. "I told you thirty-four. That's not a lie, that's a count I hadn't confirmed yet."

"Don't." She kept her voice flat. "You knew exactly how many you brought. You...