Nyx's POVSenna was in my kitchen when I got back.Not my kitchen in any meaningful sense — the fortress kitchen, large and institutional, staffed by six people at peak hours. But Senna had apparently decided it was hers for the afternoon, and the head cook had apparently decided, with the particular wisdom of experienced staff, that arguing with her was not worth the effort.She was at the central worktop when I came in, doing something methodical to a pile of vegetables, and she didn't look up."Sit," she said.I sat. I was too tired to do anything else.She put a cup of tea in front of me — real tea, not the fortress's standard issue, something she'd sourced from somewhere in the last twelve hours.I looked at it."The summit," she said. Not a question."Done. Three packs broke from his side." I wrapped my hands around the cup. "He'll have known within the hour.""Which means the shrine.""Which means the shrine." I looked at the worktop. "The ritual window opens in two days. He ne
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