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Lyra's POVMargret picked up on the second ring."I wondered how long it would take," she said, before I could speak. Her voice was completely alert for someone being called at two in the morning. "I have been expecting your call for three days."I looked at Thorian across the room. He was watching me with those steady eyes, arms folded, jaw tight."You know about the messages," I said."I know about a great deal of things," Margret said. "Including the fact that Dorian Cross resigned from the council four days ago. Quietly. Without explanation." A pause. "Which is not something Dorian has ever done in fifty two years of service."The room felt smaller suddenly."You think he sent them," I said."I think Dorian spent thirty years protecting something he believed in and recently discovered that what he believed in was not what he thought it was," she said carefully. "And I think a man like that, when his framework collapses, does one of two things. He doubles down or he tries to warn t

Lyra's POVThree days moved fast when you were preparing for something.Eliana and I trained every morning until the silver light came as naturally as breathing, until the barrier held under pressure without effort, until my intention was so clean and controlled that even Cole, who had spent twenty years developing his own abilities, watched with an expression that was equal parts pride and something quietly awed."You are stronger than I was at your age," he said on the second morning."I had better motivation," I said.He smiled. My smile. "What motivation?"I looked past him to where Thorian was standing at the edge of the grounds talking to the captain, broad shouldered and completely certain of himself the way he always was, and I felt the warmth of him from across the distance the way I always did, that particular awareness that had never dulled.Cole followed my gaze."Ah," he said quietly."Yes," I agreed.The evenings were different.The evenings belonged to Thorian and me in

Thorian's POVThree weeks after Aldric's visit, the faction dissolved.Margret sent word on a Wednesday morning, a single concise message that said the four current council members involved had been removed from their positions and the three former ones had been formally censured and stripped of remaining council privileges. Aldrich himself had resigned before the vote, which Margret noted with the particular dry satisfaction of someone who had been waiting for exactly that outcome.I read it twice and then set my phone down and went to find Lyra.She was in the garden with Nyssa running loose in wolf form through the far end of the grounds, that rich dark coat of hers moving through the morning light with the ease of something completely at home in itself. I stood at the garden entrance and watched her and felt the particular satisfaction of a man observing something he loves being entirely free.She shifted back when she saw me, unhurried, and crossed the grass toward me with her ha

Lyra's POVHe had candles lit when I came upstairs.Not many. Not dramatically arranged. Just the three on the windowsill and the two on the bedside table, casting the room in that warm low light that made everything look softer and more deliberate than ordinary evenings. Thorian was standing at the window with his back to me when I pushed the door open and he turned at the sound of it and his expression when he saw me was the one that still, consistently and without fail, made my breath catch."You were serious about tonight," I said."I am always serious," he said."You lit candles," I said."I did," he agreed, completely unashamed.I stepped inside and closed the door behind me and the sounds of the pack house, Vaelin's distant voice and the general warm noise of the building settling into the evening, became muffled and secondary and then irrelevant.He crossed to me slowly.He was still in his daytime clothes, shirt slightly open at the collar, and there was something about the c

Thorian's POVThe border dispute took forty three minutes.I know because I counted every single one of them.The two packs involved were minor, the dispute was straightforward, and the resolution required approximately ten minutes of actual work surrounded by thirty three minutes of posturing that I had neither the patience nor the inclination for tonight but which pack diplomacy occasionally demanded regardless of personal circumstances.I rode back to the pack house faster than strictly necessary.The guards at the entrance had the sense not to comment on my expression.I took the stairs two at a time.Our room was dim and warm when I pushed the door open, the candles burned down to low and the room quiet, and Lyra was on the bed with a book open in her lap and her hair loose around her shoulders and she looked up when I came in with an expression that managed to be both entirely innocent and absolutely not innocent simultaneously."You came back," she said."I said I would," I sai