I paused, my wine cup halfway to my lips. "Noah. Kaelen is one year old. He should be asleep with Taruna."
"He is not asleep," Noah rumbled, his deep voice dropping into that serious, pack-leader tone. "The low vibration of his chest... I can feel it through the stone floor. He is awake, and he is moving toward the lower storage bins."
"Jeez," I muttered, setting the cup down with a sharp clack. "He's probably trying to eat the grain sacks again. Taruna will catch him."
"Damar," Thalor's voice cut in, his fingers stopping their massage on my shoulders. His violet eyes were fixed on Damar from across the table. "Your daughter is currently sitting on the aqueduct wall. In the dark. In a blizzard."
Damar didn't even look up from his wine. "Lyra has the blood of a serpent of the river lines. The cold should not bother her."
