Nicholas's POV
Kael had been restless and agitated since midnight.
Pacing back and forth in a way that Nicholas didn't understand and couldn't explain. It wasn't the usual curse restlessness. That he knew how to manage. This was different. This felt urgent in a way that had no reason behind it and Kael couldn't tell him why because Kael didn't know why either. He just kept pacing and pushing at something Nicholas couldn't see.
Nicholas had been awake the whole night because of it.
By five in the morning he stopped trying to sleep. Got up. Got dressed. Made coffee he didn't taste and sat at his desk and tried to work through correspondence until the sky outside got light.
By seven he gave up on the correspondence too.
He mindlinked Sebastian. Training ground. Thirty minutes. Then grabbed his jacket and headed for the stairs.
He was halfway down when Agnes screamed.
He had known Agnes for thirty years.
In thirty years she had never made that sound.
