Lucian P.O.V.
Moonshadow has a way of going quiet without ever becoming peaceful.
We left the strategy hall with blood on the floor and wrongness in the air.
Solas went to the ridge with his wolves. Rayven went to work. Thane went still in that way he does when he’s thinking several moves ahead and none of them are kind.
“Stay close,” I told Caelan as we moved through the corridor. Not an order—an anchor.
He nodded once, jaw tight. He’d already tried to follow Lira out the side door like he had a death wish.
Still, my attention kept slipping.
To Kieran.
He walked beside Amelia when they left the hall, close enough that if she swayed, his body would catch her before her pride could argue.
But the space between them wasn’t empty.
It was charged with something quiet and deliberate.
