The next day, the court was in chaos. Rumors of unrest in the outer provinces had reached the palace, and Master Nyx demanded Elara stay hidden. But she had already caught sight of Caelen in the war council chamber, his armor gleaming, his voice steady as he spoke to the generals.
When his eyes met hers across the hall, she expected the same cold distance as last night. Instead, there was something else—concern.
After the meeting, he found her in the corridor. "Stay in the Tower tonight," he said quietly. "There are things moving in the dark."
"You care now?" she challenged.
His jaw tightened. "I always did. That's the problem."
Before she could respond, he was gone again, leaving her with more questions than answers.