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The room was cold. The fire had burned low. Alessio rose from his chair, his hand reaching out, his face softening with something that looked like grief and understanding and the instinct to comfort.Lucian raised his hand.Alessio stopped."Don't." Lucian's voice was flat. "I don't need—" He stopped. Swallowed. "Ezekiel had a message. Before he—" He couldn't finish.Rowan's hand tightened on Damian's. "What message?"Lucian moved to the window. His back was straight. His hands were clasped behind him. His face was turned toward the dark."He said Edric Holt might be able to help. The old Holt. He said—" Lucian's voice faltered. "He said to tell him that maybe now will be different. That maybe now we can change everything for the better."Alessio was very still. "Edric?""He said the old Holt would understand." Lucian turned. His face was composed, his eyes dry, his voice steady. "I'll send word. Through Corvis. She can reach him faster than any rider."Alessio nodded slowly. "I'll go