They found me in the armory at midnight when I should have been sleeping but couldn't because every time I closed my eyes I saw tomorrow's battle playing out in a hundred different ways and none of them ended well.
All four of them. Kael and Riven and Draven and Thorne. Standing in the doorway watching me pretend I knew what I was doing with the weapons I'd never be good enough to use.
"You should be resting." Kael's voice was quiet. Careful.
"Can't sleep." I set down the knife I'd been holding—testing the weight, the balance, trying to figure out if I could actually stab something with it if my magic failed. "My brain won't shut up."
"Mine either." Riven closed the door behind them and the four of them moved into the space like they'd choreographed it, surrounding me without crowding me. "I keep running scenarios. Most of them end badly."
At least I wasn't the only one catastrophizing.
