~Cressida’s POV~ The fortress had never felt this quiet. Not truly quiet. There were still guards changing shifts, servants carrying trays through the halls, and council members arguing over matters that suddenly seemed small. But Lucian was gone, and somehow every sound felt wrong without him. I stood near the window of the council chamber, watching two guards cross the courtyard below. “How long has it been my lady?” Alma asked. I looked over my shoulder. “Since they left?” She nodded. “Almost a day.” She sighed and came to stand beside me. “And no word?” “Nothing.” Her face tightened. “Do you think they found Calder yet?” “I think if they had, we would have heard something.” That was the answer I gave her. It was not the answer I believed. I turned back toward the courtyard and folded my arms across my chest. Lucian had gone after Elara with Rowan, Thorne, and Jace. Four people against a man who had already proven he could stay three steps ahead of
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