DRAVEN THE NEXT MORNING "Check the western patrol again," I ordered, pacing the command room. "Silas could already have people inside the outer lines. I want their names." Marcus nodded and left fast. Kai watched me from the table, a line of concern shaped on his face. "You checked them two hours ago," he said. "The reports are good. You need some sleep." "I want to be sure," I shot back. "Sleep can wait till later." Buttercup spoke, her expression caught somewhere between worry and frustration. "Draven, you're running on nothing. The bonds feel frayed through you. Talk to us, please." I looked at her, and the fear hit again...the same fear from the nightmares. Her face in Silas's hands. The burning safe house, the lost child, All of it because I was not fast enough, not careful enough...The thought from those imagined failure hunted me. "I'm fine," I said. "Just focused." "Your energy is spiking in unstable patterns," Asher said. "The shared anxiety is feeding back t
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