LYRADarius slept through most of the day, and I spent most of it sitting in a chair dragged up beside his bed, watching his chest rise and fall and turning two words over and over until they'd worn smooth and strange in my mind, the way any word does when you repeat it past the point of meaning anything.“There was a white wolf.”Zeviar found me there sometime past noon, pressing a plate of food into my hands I didn't remember agreeing to eat, and settled into the chair on Darius's other side without a word, keeping vigil the way he did everything. Quietly, completely, without needing to be asked."You're thinking it was Caelum," he said eventually."I don't know what I'm thinking," I admitted. "I want it to be him. That's the problem. I want it badly enough that I don't trust myself to look at this clearly.""That's fair," Orion said from the doorway, arms crossed, looking like he hadn't slept any better than I had. "But wanting something doesn't make it less true, either. Don't tal
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